First Line Index

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A country client who had waited Taylor, William (1693) `Potage, a tale' I'm glad your stomach's so much stronger. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 133

A courting I went to my love Lepipre, Gabriel? `Young Lolpoope's courtship to fair Carbonia. 1747. A ballad' Oh what a dull booby was I. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 129

A Dorsetshire stream, and the banks where it runs `Rebus on Miss Laetitia Weyland Nov. 23. 1748' [couplet] Makes the name of the maid for whom my heart burns. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 85

A fitter match hath never [could ne'er, would never have] been [seen] Strode, William `On a butcher marrying a tanner's daughter' [couplet] The flesh is married to the skin. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 114

A measure for cloth and a vessal for wine `Rebus of Miss Elton'. Couplet Is the name of the girl, that I wish to be mine. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 159

A monster in a course of vice grown old `Verses on epitaphs in general' Pity a wretch like him should ever live. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 162

A virgin most perfect, for beauty renowned Lepipre, Gabriel `The innoxious maid' [Sarah Carbonel] Whoever beholds her, must 'suredly love her. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 96

A wholesome drink, and what needs cultivation `Rebus of Miss Weyland of Tottenham' [see Y29] Denotes the fairest lady in the nation. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 131

All Christian men in my behalf, `On Sir John Calfe, Anglice' [from Latin distich] And at his father's years have worn fair horns. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 123

All hail the morn! That with auspicious ray `Epithalamium 174j8' And call you from the earth to mount the skies. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 73

All the nuns in Holywell [epitaph, 25 May 1524, `written on a window in the old nunnery of Holywell in old London'; couplet] Pray for the soul of Sir Thomas Lovell. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 163

All weakness, pain, and sorrow have `An epitaph in Tottenham Churchyard' Their general quietus in the grave. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 1

All you that now do here pass by `An epitaph in Tottenham Churchyard' Therefore prepare to follow me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 3

An ill year, of a Goodyear us bereft `Upon Sir Henry Goodyear of Powleworth' Wise, comely, learned, eloquent, and kind. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 123

An old man's character is hit with ease `The old man in Horace' And fond of no man's humor__but his own. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 35

And lives there one, by cankered malice led Madan, Mrs., of Stafford Row `In reply to an invidious epistle' [N251] And scorns to tear the unresisting prey! Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 82

And must I then a loathsome carcass be `On sight of a gravestone on which was written As I am so shalt thou be' I shall awake again the blest. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 163

As careful mothers [nurses] [do (or will or that) to sleep (or sleeping) lay] to [in or on] their beds do lay `On the death of a child' Nature my nurse laid me to bed betimes. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 116

As I was, so be ye [epitaph in St. Olave's Hart Street, pr. Camden's Remaines, 1605] That I left, that I lost. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 122

As I was, so be ye [epitaph in St. Olave's Hart Street, pr. Camden's Remaines, 1605] That I left, that I lost. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 163

Ask me not where the spring retires D__d, Mr. [ ] `On Colonel L__'s lady' Since flowers can spring from ice, and fire from snow. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 7

Asses milk, half a pint, take at seven or before. Chesterfield, Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th earl `Verses...to the Lady Fanny Shirley' And those you may end, when you please to prove kind. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 41

At Delphos' shrine one did a doubt propound `On Edmund Spenser' While Spenser is alive, it is no question. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 128

At Down-Patrick in one tomb doth lie `An epitaph in Ireland...Englished by the parish priest' Bridget, Patrick, and a pigeon pie. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 3

Beneath the arch there sat a man To feel the force of stone than cut of knife. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 119v

Beneath the horrors of a grave `An epitaph on a monument at Kinsale in Ireland' To pluck the fairest flower first. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 63

Beneath this stone doth lie Was not she a lovely maid. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 105v

Blest is the youth, whom Celia doth approve `Celia loves' He must be happy, whom she deigns to love. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 131

Britain has rivers which regale the view Lepipre, Gabriel `Britain epitomized in imitation of Milton, 1747' And nothing droops, but most ingnious art. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 84

Buxton, the glory of the Peakish wells Lepipre, Gabriel `Writ at Buxton Wells in Derbyshire, 1747' So was the old name lost, and new one won. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 21

Cease Damon to pursue me `Verses given [G. Lepipre] by...Mrs. Carbonel, April 21. 1648' Should virtue ever miss. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 54

Cease to lament ye rich, nor weep ye poor `Epitaph on Mrs. Pitt of Blandford' Be pious, just and good, as she was here. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 44

Celia whose judgment wisest men approve `On Celia's loving' Even that Celia doth vouchsafe to love. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 132

Cinna cries out, I am not worth a groat `An epigram' [couplet] And is, plague on him, what he would be thought. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 40

Come Alecto lend me thy torch [on Thomas Churchyard, d. 1604] Therefore, gentlemen, be merry in prose. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 118

Come gentle reader, gentle friend `On one Cosier a cobbler' The man who made soles at his will. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 113

Dear Dorinda, do I love `Love to Dorinda' With unfeign'd sincerity. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 146

Death passing by, and hearing Parsons play Randolph, Thomas `On Mr. Parsons organist of Westminster Abbey' [buried at Westminster 3 Aug. 1623] For Parsons rests his service being done. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 118

Death to this wrestler gave a fine fall `Epitaph on a famous wrestler' [couplet] That tripped up his heels, and took no hold at all. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 112

Death without warning was as bold as brief `Epitaph on a miller' When he kill'd two in one: a miller and a thief. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 106

Deign, gracious God, to hear my feeble lays W., R. `The author...was buried under a scaffold...Tower Hill...at the execution of Simon, Lord Frazer of Lovat' [9 April 1747] Forever praise thee, and forever love. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 16

Eliza, sweeter than the rose `The sixteenth of May Eliza's birthday' The queen of beauty and of May. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 39

Eliza's much my thoughts employed, how near *Lepipre, Delicia? or Gabriel? `Writ at Matlock...in August. 1747. on Miss Elizabeth Stanhope only daughter of Sir William Stanhope K. B.' When all the soul's enlivened. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 22

Entombed here lies sweet smiling Nan `Epitaph on N[anc]y J-gs' Who, laid by her, can be so cold. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 5

Exalted creature, nature's best design Lepipre, Gabriel? `given to the charming Mrs. Carbonnel at Hampstead, 27 June 1748' A form all lovely, and a soul divine. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 53

For Jesus sake in whose name I humbly crave `In Hampstead churchyard' [couplet] Move not this stone, nor disturb this grave. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 15

Forbear you cruel nymph forbear `On a soldier's dying for love of a servant maid. 1720' Was, oh! my charming Betty Wade. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 12

From dreary shades and winding cells `A riddle on a sirreverence' Shall run to meet me at my birth. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 121v

Go bid the needle its dear north forsake Cowley, Abraham? `Cowley to his mistress' Then shall I cease, thee, thee alone to love. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 100

Go, rose! My Chloe's bosom grace: Gay, John `The rose' [music by Maurice Green] You die with envy, I with love. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 33

Good friend, for Jesus's sake, forbear Shakespeare, William? `On [Shakespeare's] grave-stone' [Stratford on Avon] And curst be he that moves my bones. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 165

Grant mighty power that I may find `The lover's supplication' And more I'll ne'er require. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 32

Happy hours all hours excelling `A song...the pleasures of solitude' Griefs when told soon disappear. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 51

He that did tip stone jugs about the brim `Epitaph on a goldsmith' [couplet] Met with a black pot, and that pot tipped him. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 117

He that dyed so oft in sport `Upon a dyer' [couplet] Died at last no color for't. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 106

He that will not when he may Henryson, Robert `A maxim proved fatally true in 1747' [modernisatition of Robert Henryson, Robene and Makyne] When he will he shall have nay. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 19

He that would live in peace and rest `A good maxim' [couplet] Must hear and see and say the best. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 32

Hear heaven on this propitious day Lepipre, Gabriel? `presented to the Widow Carbonnel. 11 March 1747/8' Who loves, from other cares are free. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 50

Here in my silent grave I lie `Epitaph in Bray Churchyard, near Maidenhead' And then we'll meet again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 141

Here is Elderton lying in dust [of `Thomas Elderton a drunken ballad maker...was made this'] For who knew him standing all his life long. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 188

Here lies a gallant gentleman of note `Epitaph on a spendthrift' [couplet] Who living could never change a groat. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 114

Here lies a proof, that wit can never be `Epitaph on Mrs. Afra Behn the poetess. 1689' [Westminster Abbey] The wold admires and the muses praise. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 38

Here lies a rose, a budding rose `Epitaph on a little girl named Rose. June 14 1747/8' And blooms a rose in heaven. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 126

Here lies Dick Freeman `Upon one that was blind and deaf' [couplet; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1637] That could not hear nor see man. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 113

Here lies Father Sparges `Epitaphium' [couplet] Who died to save charges. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 107

Here lies he underneath this stone `Epitaph on a usurer' There's none that knows, nor none that cares. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 108

Here lies Jane, and Susan, and Eleanor Higgs `Epitaph on William Higgs, and his three wives' [couplet] And here lies honest William, who whim'd all their gigs. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 5

Here lies John Baker enrolled in mold `Upon one that was bald' [pr. Camden's Remains, 1637] That undid the barber and starved up the lice. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 116

Here lies John Death the very same `Upon one John Death' [couplet; pr. Camden's Remains, 1637] That went away with a cousin of his name. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 110

Here lies John Dodd, `In St. Paul's was this' [1515; pr. Camden's Remains, 1637] Being Whitsun Monday. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 107

Here lies John Flin Flin, John, of Galway, Scotland (d. 1747) `Mr. John Flynn a painter at Galway in Scotland' [d. 19 Sept. 1747, on himself, written during his sickness] Spurned at this earth, and flew to heaven. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 16

Here lies John Hubberton `In the North Country this' [pr. Camden's Remains, 1637] Hey for brave John Hubberton. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 112

Here lies M. F. the son of a bearward `Epitaph on M. F.' Three crocked apostles, and six arrang whores. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 113

Here lies N. a man of fame `Epitaph on N...a mushroom' The first of his house the last of his name. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 114

Here lies Randolph Peter `Epitaph on Peter Randolph of Oriel Col. a great eater' For if he chance to wake, be sure he'll eat you. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 166

Here lies rich Hewett, a gentleman of note `On Rich. Hewett...in the old cathedral church of St. Paul' [pr. Camden's Remaines, 1637] He was wise, because rich, and now you know all. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 115

Here lies Richard Hobbs `In St. Martin's in the Fields' [epitaph, 19 Feb. 1561] On whose soul Jesu have mercy amen. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 110

Here lies ten in the hundred `On an usurer' But his soul is damned. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 108

Here lies the body of old Joan Pegg `An epitaph gave me by Miss Molly Clarke' For whilst one leg stood still, the other kept running. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 160

Here lies the collier John of Nashes, `On a collier' And being dead he is no more. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 114

Here lies the man, that madly slain [epitaph, pr. Camden's Remaines, 1605] One life to lose another to live. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 119

Here lies the man who in his life `Upon a contentious companion" [pr. Camden's Remaines, 1623] Pray for his soul's health gentle brother. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 111

Here lies the man, whom generous nature blessed `Epitaph on William Bunbury who died at Hadleigh in Suffolk September 12 1748' Must leave this world, and settle in the skies. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 70

Here lies the man whose horse did gain [epitaph, pr. Camden's Remaines, 1605] You or your horse rather to read it. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 119

Here lies the pulverized pearl `An epitaph in Leslie Churchyard on an old servant in the earl of Rothes's family' And angels food his cheer. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 152

Here lies the woman `Epitaph on Miss Frydisweed Shawford of Windsor' [couplet] Who refused no man. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 127

Here lies Thom Dashe that notable railer `Epitaph on a spendthrift' That in his life ne'er paid shoemaker nor tailor. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 114

Here lies William Emerson [couplet, in the church of St. Mary Overy or St. Mary Saviors] Who lived and died an honest man. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 111

Here lieth C. underground `Epitaph on a hard drinker' Drink was is life, and drink was his end. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 118

Here lieth he `Epitaph on a fretful man' Which with himself could never agree. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 108

Here lieth he who was born and cried, `On one that lived ingloriously' [couplet; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1605] Told threescore year, fell sick and died. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 115

Here lieth John Crooker a maker of bellows `An epitaph writ several years since by Mr. John Hoskins on a bellowsmaker at Oxford' He that made bellows could not make breath. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 (attr. Hoskyns) f. 106

Here lieth Menalcas as dead as a log `Upon Menalcas a wicked fellow' Without either book candle or bell. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 120

Here lieth Richard a Preen `Epitaph' And he that will die after him, may. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 111

Here lieth willing Wills `Epitaph on the whimsical Doctor Wills. He died in Vienna 1630. or thereabouts' [couplet] With his head full of windmills. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 109

Here Oldfield lies, enrolled be her name. `An epitaph on...Mrs. Anne Oldfield, decd. Oct 23 1730' In pleasure sweetly lost ten thousand ways. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 36

Here underneath lies Osteler Will `An epitaph on a tombstone at Edmonton' [Latin and English] Hor much! I cannot tell, can you? Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 1

How dull and cheerless are my days Perkins, Henry `The blind man's complaint' [1734] The helpless and the blind. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 80

I ask not wit, nor beauty do I crave Morton, Mrs. Pen., daughter of Lord L. M. `The wish of Miss Morton daughter to Ld: L__M' Give me a mind to suit my slavish state. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 6

ICUB, YY for me. `A whim, sent to pretty Miss Eliza Clarke' The subject of a bleeding heart. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 149

I with you in woods could ever rest Lepipre, Gabriel? `On Miss Valentina Malyn of Crutched Friars June the 4 1748' And from a desert, banish solitude. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 47

I'm made of different parts, as all agree `A riddle on a lady's patch; given me by Miss L. Weyland 14th January 1748/9' Unless time makes me drop from what I love. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 103

If all that I lov'd was her face Hammond, Mr. `On Miss Dashwood' Though hopeless it ever can please. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 23

If for me the fates ordain her `Song' Haste and bring me to the fair. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 32

If in his study Haman hath so much care Donne, John `The antiquary' [pr. 1633] To hang all old strange things, let's wife beware. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 46

If the remembrance of what e'er was dear `An epitaph on a gravestone in Windsor Castle on Mrs. Isabella Denham of Windsor...d. Nov. 25, 1748...aet. 23' Bestow it on the dust that sleepeth here. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 138

If (weeping love) enquirers seek to know `Epitaph on a young lady unknown' Though her each atom was an angel's tongue. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 40

In azure robes is hope depictured fair `On seeing a picture of hope' That gold's the surest friend we find below. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 127

In hemp was his faith, and in Tyburn his hope `An epitaph on Jack Ketch' [couplet] He lived by the gallows, and he died by a rope. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 2

In my dark cell, low prostrate on the ground Madan, Judith, nee Cowper `Abelard to Eloisa, answer to Eloisa to Abelard by Mr. Pope' And your racked soul be calmly hushed to peace. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 88

In scripture, Sir, 'tis said, we must Lepipre, Miss [ ]? `Verses by Miss L. to Cornet F. on his fallig down and breaking his nose. Sent him with a clay nose' [2 Jan 1747/8] I took a deal of pains, to make it. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 51

In the register I search Lepipre, Gabriel `Extempore verses in imitation of Milton, on a certain beautiful widow lady...1747' [Sarah Carbonnel, nee Weyland] None can vie with Carbonnel. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 30

In time, take time, whilst time last, `Maxim' [couplet] For time's no time, when time's past. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 142

Jesus Christ both God and man `Upon an ancient knight Sir Jernegan buried crosslegged at Somerley's in Suffolk' Save thy servant Jernegan. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 120

John Bell Broken-Brow `At Farlam on the west marches toward Scotland, near Naworth Castle, this epitaph' Without mickle strife. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 112

Just like a flower, that's but new blown. `Epitaph in Watford churchyard in Hertfordshire...1746' Just in my state of innocence. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 150

Kings', queens', men's, judgment's [women's, virgin's] eyes `An epitaph on the thrice excellent princess Queen Elizabeth' To show she was a woman. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 139

Learning, worship, credit, patrimony `Epitaph...at Rochester, on Thomas Penistone esqr. clerk of the council to Queen Elizabeth' But that some go before, and some come after. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 110

Little charm of placid mien Philips, Ambrose `To Miss Georgiana Carteret, third daughter to the Lord [John] Carteret [later earl of Granville] August 10, 1725' And the new-fledged birds are singing. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 65

Lo! Here lieth Thom. Nick's body `An epitaph on Thomas Nick' Whenther fools' souls go to Heaven, or to Hell. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 109

Long beards, heartless, `Character of the Englishman' [pr. Fabyan's Chronicle, 1516] Makes England thriftless. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 1

Look man before thee how thy death hasteth `Godly admonition' [pr. Camden's Remaines, 1605] Look man beneath thee, pains without rest. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 121

March with his wind hath struck a cedar tall `On Queen Anne's death' [2 March 1618/19, buried 13 May] And yet sad May, must lose her flower of flowers. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 117

My body resteth in the dust `Epitaph in Bray churchyard in Berks' And raise my body from the grave. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 138

My friend judge not me `Upon a gentleman that broke his neck falling from his horse' Mercy I asked and mercy I found. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 123

My friends go home and shed no tears [epitaph in Tottenham churchyard, couplet] I must lie here till Christ appears. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 3

My head and tail both equal are `A riddle on the figure 8' Immediately to nothing change. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 134

My life though long is gone and fled `Epitaph in Hampstead churchyard' And ever with the Lord remain. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 19

My sledge and hammer [both] lie reclined, `On a gravestone of a blacksmith buried in Chester churchyard' [pr. Gentleman's magazine, 1734] My nails are drove, my work is done. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 150

Myrtilla like time is always a flying `Myrtilla flies me' For no prayers or vows can recall her again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 33

Nature amidst the frenzy of her love `On Sir Isaac Newton' [couplet] Reveal'd to Newton all her works above. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 71

Nature, and nature's laws, lay hid in night Pope, Alexander `On...Sir Isaac Newton' [couplet] God said, let Newton be, and all was light. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 71

Nature but once in love confess'd the flame `On Sir Isaac Newton' [couplet] And Newton loving bravely told his name. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 71

Nature in this [same] small volume [was] went about Browne, William, of Tavistock `On the death of a young gentlewoman' Threw dust upon it and shut up the book. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 104

Nature perversely to your wish has given Harvey, Thomas, 2nd son of the earl of Bristol (1698-1775) `An answer by...second son to the earl of Bristol on Miss Morton' For misers only want what they possess. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 6

Newton in transport seized on Nature's hand `On Sir Isaac Newton' [couplet] The goddess blushing was at his command. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 71

No respite from my tortures can I have Beckingham, Charles `Sarah the Quaker to Lothario' [Spencer Cowper; answered by A1289] And the same music ev'ry hour renew. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 77

Noble, generous, great and good `Hue and cry after a stray heart' And whoe'er takes it, takes a tartar. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 27

Not all that parent earth can give, `Seeking for happiness' Give me! Oh give me happiness. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 143

Not like the diamond and gold `A riddle' [with verses headed `solved by a young lady'] Nor is ev'rything gold, that may glisten. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 146

Of woods, of plains, of hills and dales `Epitaph on a rich country gentleman' I need no more. I have no less. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 119

Oh God my strength, and fortitude, Sternhold, Thomas Psalm 18 And to his seed for aye. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 45

Oh! Happy few. Sure no ill can betide us `Writ by an underservant in Mr. [Mark] Weyland's family' Secure in plenty, love and bliss, and reason for to guide us. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 19

Oh how could I venture to love one like thee Hammond, Mr. `On Miss Dashwood...sung at Vauxhall Gardens by Mr. Low...June 4th 1748' And then live on friendship, when passion's no more. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 24

Oh Saintloe, brightest of the virgin train Jerningham, Edward `Verses to Miss Aribella Saintloe by the author of An epistle from Yariko to Inkle' Whose inspiration bade the story live. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 127

Oh wouldst thou know what sacred charms `A song sung by pretty Miss Eliza Clarke Oct. 9, 1749' More genuine beauties are for me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 157

Old men with old, and boys with boys agree `Conformity of tempers' Tell their sad stories to th'unfortunate. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 53

On Flamstead mount a Neiried stood `On pretty Mrs. Howard running down the hill in Greenwich Park, 1711' Surprise and pleasure as they fly. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 47

Peggy's so fair, that none you'll fairer find `An epigram...1748' Erased from Peggy's soul all sense of shame. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 141

Power, o'er ev'ry power supreme Philips, Ambrose `A supplication for Miss [Grace] Carteret [daughter of John, later earl of Granville] in the smallpox, Dublin July 31 1725' And prevent the mother's weeping. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 64

Quite worn to the stumps, in a piteous condition `The most humble petition of Justice Bowden's horse, to...the duke of Newcastle. 1748' Your petitioner then (bound in duty) shall neigh. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 142

Reader! remember, in this vault does lie `An epitaph on...Caroline, Queen Consort of...George [II]' [d. 20 Nov. 1727] In glory bright and as an angel there. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 35

Repent on earth whilst you have breath `Epitaph in Watford churchyard' [couplet] There's no repenting after death. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 160

Rinaldo, like too many swains `Verses by a lady' Force him rebel against his ruler's laws. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 83

Sad Musidora, all in woe `Musidora' While tears ran trickling down. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 49

Say, why are marriages forbid in Lent, `An epigrammatical dialogue on marriage between client and proctor' And then, all will be mortified, and all repent. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 44

See lovely maid, the blooming rose `Verses writ at Tunbridge Wells in Kent. 1727. To Miss Valentia Wight' Or thee, whom now I do adore, love less. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 130

She first deceased, he for a little tried [couplet. Pr. Camden's Remaines, 1657] To live without her, liked it not, and died. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 108

Short was thy life, `An epitaph on a young scholar' Yet diest thou never. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 119

So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet, Dryden, John `Epitaph on Mrs. Margaret Paston' [Burningham, Norfolk' pr. Miscellaneous poems and translations, 1712] Now she is gone, the world is of a piece. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 38

So happy Newton in his mistress' grace `On...Sir Isaac Newton' [couplet] He asked a glimpse she show'd him all her face. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 71

Some called him Garrett, but that was too high `In St. Mary Overy's church [or St. Mary Savior's in Southwark], upon Mr. Jarrett a Grocer buried 1626' [pr. Camden's Remaines, 1637] Whereof grocers there is many more. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 116

Spain's rod, Rome's ruin, Netherland's relief [couplet on Queen Elizabeth] Earth's joy, England's gem, World's wonder, Nature's chief. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 124

Stay Christian reader and on me cast an eye `Epitaph on Susanna Hook, buried in Datchet churchyard near Windsor, 1738, aet. 19' Prepare them for eternity. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 140

Stay passenger, observe and see [epitaph in Tottenham churchyard] Then think of death, and live in fear. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 3

Stay passenger why goest thou by so fast, `Shakespeare...Stratford on Avon' Leaves living art, but page, to serve his wit. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 165

Still I follow, still she flies me `Song' Quick, oh seize me or I die. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 44

Stop passenger to read and piss `An epitaph on Mrs. Priscilla Bourdeville...1749' And starved her son to cut a puff. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 140

Strephon your breach of faith and trust `Celia to Strephon a song' Who set their captives free. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 62

Such was the queen of love, so full of charms `From the window of my apartment in...the Tower of London. On Miss Baxter in the Tower' [couplet] When gay Adonis pressed her in his arms. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 100

Surprised by grief and sickness here I lie `On a youth that died with grief' [pr. Camden's Remaines, 1637] With those that have endured the heat of day. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 115

Sylvio upon a rising ground `The shepherdess's complaint. A song given me by Miss Valentina Malyn in Vauxhall Gardens...4 June 1748' Look fresh and flourish in the tomb. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 55

Tell me what genius did the art invent Stennet, Mr.? `Verses on the art of writing' [in BL Add. 29921, attr. Mr. Stennet, Aug. 1700; pr. Dodsley's Collection, 1758] Tell me what genius did this art contrive. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 100

Tell me what harm those hands could do `To Delia's needle' Which Cupid's keenest shafts defied. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 69

The bottle scheme was deep. Who sees it not `On Duke William [of Cumbeerland] losing his sword at the Playhouse 1748/9' Before the general lost his cutting sword. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 143

The breath, which this resigns, while that receives `On a lady who died in childbirth' He kills in birth, and she in bearing dies. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 69

The disease of the Scotch, and the effects of the fire `Rebus on Miss Tichburne' Will hit to a T. the name you desire. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 60

The force of music best is found `Ecstasy' [couplet] When soul subserv'ent is to sound. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 72

The heavy hours are almost past Hammond, Mr. `On Miss Dashwood' [pr. Dodsley's Collection, ii, 1748] To die and think you mine. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 23

The letter preceding that which we call Q `An extempore rebus on Mr. Popham of Kensington' Is the name of a man that loves a good joke. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 152

The name of Dutchman with contempt we trample `The Dutch defended, an epigram writ. 1747' Tis folly not to make the utmost of it. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 2

The painfullest excrescence a mortal can bear `Rebus on Miss Owen' [couplet] Is the name of a lady that's charming and fair. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 156

The Queen was brought by water to Whitehall Dekker, Thomas? [on the death of Queen Elizabeth; pr. Dekker's The wonderful year, 1603] Sh'had come by water had she come by land. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 124

The serum of milk, and where Noah's ark rested `Rebus on pretty Mrs. Weyland, 1748__late Miss Sheldon' [couplet] Denotes a fair lady, for virtue respected. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 76

The serum of milk, must be...WHEY `Another solution to the Rebus' [T1299] and Noah's Ark rested on...LAND. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 97

The shorter my time, the longer my rest `Epitaph on Richard Westley aet. 23. Cluer churchyard near Windsor' God call'd me in my prime, because He saw it best. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 138

The springtly Anne, yet languishes for no man, Lepipre, Gabriel? `Advice to Miss Anne Carbonnel' [Nov. 1748] And make some happy youth, more happy in a wife. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 161

The world's an inn. I took a short repast `An epitaph in Windsor churchyard' [couplet] Then journeying on, arrived at Heav'n at last. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 137

Thee to invite the great God sent a star James I, King of England [on the death of Queen Anne, March 1618/19; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1637] But like the sun doth only set to rise. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 139

Then was there one to grace the human kind `Verses written extempore 1749' This must be virtue's self or Dillington. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 159

This preacher, silent yet severe Stevenson, Mr., of Spalding `On seeing a skull' A joyful victor o'er the grave. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 154

This rich marble doth inter Milton, John `On the marchioness of Winchester' No Marchioness, but now a Queen. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 27

This roguish locksmith died of late `Epitaph on a locksmith' Because he meant to pick the lock. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 106

Thou who dost all my worldly thoughts employ Molesworth, Mrs. `A lady being at the Bath for her health, and not likely to recover...' [attr. Mrs. Molesworth in BL Add. 28095 and 28101] And die, as I have lived, your faithful wife. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 18

Though plunged in ills, and exercised in care `Consolation in affliction, given me by Miss Betsy Clarke' By unforeseen expedients bring relief. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 4

Three different schemes, philosophers assign `On chance and predestination. 1748' He only reasons, that believes a God. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 61

Tis true, if finest notes alone could show Stanhope, H. `Verses on Alexander Pope esqr' His lines run smoother than the smoothest stream. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 150

To all ye fair females who sometimes partake `A pudding in a hare's belly__a Bath riddle' [dated 1729 in BL Add. 32463] The proof of its goodness, lies most in the spending. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 8

To an hundred and one, liv'd Jeremy Strong `An epitaph' [couplet] Not one in a hundred, does live half so long. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 6

To drink, or not to drink, that is the question `The soliloquy in Hamlet. Travestied' And lose the name of drinking. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 14

To guess your riddle gallant sir `A solutionary answer to the riddle on a pinch of snuff' And took a pinch of snuff. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 135

To heal a wound a bee had made `A song given me by...the Widow Carbonnel...March 7 1747/8 in her own handwriting' The sting within my heart. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 48

To other tombs the muses oft repair `Epitaph on...Elizabeth, Countess Dowager of Castlehaven, who died in June 1733' To happier climes, where virtue knows no death. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 37

To titles I'm born, and with pride too I sing `A riddle on a sirreverence, given me...' [14 Jan 1748/9] That no one would choose to live with or without me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 103

To you fair maidens I address `A riddle on a needle given me by Miss Betty Bennet, Jan. 6, 1748/9' Can tremble and adhere. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 98

Twin born into this world I come `A riddle on a horn. Given me by Miss Laeticia Weyland Jan. 12. 1748/9' Of most of th'learning of the nation. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 101

Two sisters there are, who ventured upon `On a family now living 1747' Make our race twenty-one, our family five. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 46

Under this stone `An epitaph' Of this church petty canon. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 5

Under this stone `In the cathedral church of Norwich' [on John Knapton, d. 28 Aug. 1590; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1605] Of this church petty canon. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 109

Under this stone poor Pusskin sleeps `An epitaph on an old bachelor's cat. 1722/3' Cat e'er so kind, master so true. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 11

Underneath this marble hearse Browne, William, of Tavistock `On the countess dowager of Pembroke' Both her mourner and her tomb. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 38

Virtuous, courteous, meek and lowly `Epitaph on a young lady aet. 19' So she lived, and so she died. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 138

Vital spark of heavenly flame Pope, Alexander `Verses. 1708, when he was in a fit of sickness and thought himself dying' [music by William Boyce] Oh death, where is thy sting. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 151

We lived one and twenty year `On his wife that was a shrew' [pr. Camden's Remaines, 1637] Rending the clouds asunder. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 105

Weep greatest isle, and for thy mistress' death `On Q. Elizabeth' On earth the chief, in heaven the second maid. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 124

What bars in the nun, what bars faster the bride `Rebus on the name of Barrington' [couplet] What holds liquor enough for each merry tide. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 159

What creature's that which God did not create `A riddle on a cuckold...versified' Lives as it lists till it descends the grave. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 104

What good men adore and what slaves wish to be `A rebus on Miss...Godfrey' Is the name of the made that captivates me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 60

What in Arabia, burns as hot as fire `Rebus on Mrs. Sandes an old maid at Hampstead' [answered by Y29] Now bloom is fading, and her charms retire. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 131

What men ne'er do but once, and what guards us from thieves `Rebus on Miss Dy Bartie' Is the name of the lady, who'll no pleasure refuse. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 60

What runs in the park, and on the house-top `A rebus on Mr. Buckeridge, who married Miss Anne Weyland...written 1740' Speaks the name of the man, that's far from a fop. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 85

What sailors often wish to gain Watson, Miss (1748) `A rebus written extempore by Miss Watson on June 29 1748 on the name Lepipre...' What he must do that is a man. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 61

What sound so sweet, more piercing that the lark `[W776] improved by a gentleman' Soft messenger of harmony and love. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 160

What voice is this, far sweeter than the lark `Spoke extempore on hearing Miss Betsy Clarke sing. Oct. 9. 1749' It's sure a Siren's self, or Betsy Clarke. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 158

What was chiefly in use before guns were invented `A rebus on the name Bowden' Makes the name of a poet, that's highly renowned. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 126

When at the patriarch's great command `On the eclipse of the sun. Thursday July 14 1748' Nor doubt a fairer day. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 68

When Egypt's king God's chosen tribes pursued Maitland, Mrs. `Extempore__upon the Israelites passing through the Red Sea' When seas can harden__and when rocks can flow. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 34

When I am dead, few friends attend my hearse Killigrew, Ann (1685) `An epitaph...1685' [couplet] And for my monument, I leave my verse. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 1

When I in court had spent my tender prime `Epitaph on Charles Wray esq. aet. 17 son to Sir William Wray. Ashby church in Lincolnshire' To serve my Savior and the King of kings. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 117

When nature smiled, she fired a Newton's breast `On the great Sir Isaac Newton' Nor stopped he, til the beauteous dame possess'd. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 71

When Satan had his realms on earth surveyed Lepipre, Gabriel? `On the master and mistress of Buxton Wells in Derbyshire writ 1747' To live with her, whom I have made thy wife. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 26

When the bells be merrily rung `A...goldsmith of London...prepared this epitaph...now to be seen in St. Leonard's church in St. Martin's by Foster Lane' Let them ever more thy mercy abide. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 (attr. Robert Trapps, 1666) f. 120

When Vere sought death armed with his sword and shield `Epitaph on Sr Fr: Vere' [d. 28 Aug. 1609; pr. Camden's Remains, 1637] Death like a coward struck him and Vere died. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 122

Whiter than swans of silver hue `A riddle' You make a bird as black as pitch. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 144

Who killed Kildare, who dared Kildare to kill `A punning epitaph on the earl of Kildare who was executed on Tower Hill, 1746' [couplet] Death killed Kildare, who dare kill whom he will. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 163

Who many a sturdy oak has laid along `John Sprong. d. November xvii. mdccxxxvi' [carpenter to Lord Chancellor Peter King, baron of Ockham] Oh spare, kind Heaven his fellow laborer Hollis. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 72

Who would live in other's breath `Upon one Sands' [pr. Camden's Remains, 1605, and Wits recreations, 1640] Sandys I was but now am dust. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 121

Who would not choose to shun the general scorn `Against long speeches, and stories in conversation' And soon are cloyed with pleasure, if the same. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 4

Why with your wailings do these groves resound `The turtal and traveller, a dialogue' Because my turtle's to be found at home. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 34

With Eve I came in and outlived the fall `A riddle on a kiss...gave me by Mrs. Popham of Kensington' Remember I strictly am charged not to tell. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 97

Ye dealers in quibble, attend what I say `Solution to the two above rebuses' [A544 and W510] And what is more scorching and barren than Sands. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 131

Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plains `A real lover' Commend her to heaven, thyself to the grave. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 43

Ye swains that are courting a maid `A song sung by Miss Stevenson in Vauxhall Gardens...June 4th 1748' When 'tis gone in vain you'll assay. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 62

Ye witty mortals! As you're passing by `Epitaph on a family late of Bristol' Was only five, and all from incest clear. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 45

Years seventy nine. I lived a sober life `Epitaph at Bray on Bassell Lambdon' I hope to rise in glory with the just. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 141

Your charms, Camergo, beam delight `On Mrs. Salle and Mrs. Camergo two famous dancers. 1732' She, like the graces, skims the ground. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 40 f. 39

Union First Line Index of English Verse

13^th-19^th Century (bulk 1500-1800)

Union First Line Index of English Verse

13th-19th Century (bulk 1500-1800)

13^th-19^th Century (bulk 1500-1800)