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Folio
'Tis the Arabian bird alone
Rochester, John Wilmot, 2nd earl, 1647_1680
`The encouragement'
They would like doves and sparrows do.
Yale
c.189
p. 3
'Tis true of marriage bands I'm weary grown,
For there's a godlike liberty in love.
Yale
c.189
p. 74
'Twas in the merry month of May
`Song'
Than a whole Philistine army.
Yale
c.189
p. 176; see also next.
A ball of stiffen'd rain from Julia flew,
Love's madded wildfire, but an equal flame.
Yale
c.189
p. 51
A beauteous nymph, who long was ill at ease,
`A receipt' [acrostic on `a prick']
The six first letters of the six first lines.
Yale
c.189
p. 167
A dean, and prebendary
Pittis, William, 1674_1724
`The battle royal between Mr. Sherlock, Dr. South and Dr. Burnet of the Charter House' [1695]
And ne'er was heard on since.
Yale
c.189
p. 187
A funeral hearse with wreaths of cyprus crested
`A prolusion upon the emblem of the third chapter'
What must be done at last, as good at first.
Yale
c.189
p. 72
A knight delighted in deeds of arms,
Rochester, John Wilmot, 2nd earl, 1647_1680
`The virgin's desire' [acrostic on `a prick']
Keep the first letters of these lines and guess.
Yale
c.189
p. 3; see also `A maiden fairà'.
A man long troubled with a waking sprite,
`A receipt' [acrostic on `a cunt']
The five first letters of the five first lines.
Yale
c.189
p. 168
A parson a whore led into a tavern
`Song'
Who saw the gray goose trod by the black gander.
Yale
c.189
p. 172
After death nothing is, and nothing death
Rochester, John Wilmot, 2nd earl, 1647_1680
`On death' [Seneca's Troas. Act 2, chorus]
Dreams, whimsies, and no more.
Yale
c.189
p. 10
Ah Chloris, 'tis time to disarm your bright eyes,
Dorset, Charles Sackville, 6th earl, 1638_1706
`Song to Chloris from The blind archer by my Ld. Buckhurst'
For all maidens are mortal at fourteen.
Yale
c.189
p. 112
Ah! poor Almida, never boast
`Song'
He like a god is everywhere.
Yale
c.189
p. 174
Alas how barbarous are we,
Philips, Katherine, 1631_1664
`On graving a name on a tree'
Can first oblige, and then endure.
Yale
c.189
p. 29
All delights, that can betide,
`To the bridegroom and his bride'
And from those blows, which leave no scars.
Yale
c.189
p. 15
All joy to great Caesar;
D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653_1723
`Song' [on Robert Harley, 1st earl of Oxford]
And not one of us boys.
Yale
c.189
p. 157
Amoralizing on these Sieur Sorres writes
Whose judgment prizeth wisdom above wit.
Yale
c.189
p. 87
An evil thing it's to be ruled by many:
`Not many rulers...English thus'
One lord, one king, if there be any.
Yale
c.189
p. 31
As Creech swung up in a sanctifi'd twine
Laney, [ ]
`By...on his hearing Sacheverell in his sermon [9 March 1703] compare the Whigs and Tories to two parallel lines...' [pr. c. 1709 (Foxon H199, anon.)]
So see High Church hang upon such mathematics.
Yale
c.189
p. 181
As Lambeth pray'd, so was the dire event
`An epitaph for Sir Cloudesley Shovell's tomb'
O that His Grace himself had been but there.
Yale
c.189
p. 12 (with two more lines)
At first view lovely Zachary
`To Zacharias Bogan'
For hogs be crazy pain.
Yale
c.189
p. 48
Be not curious, to amaze
`Relatory to the third emblem'
To have lived well, or done amiss.
Yale
c.189
p. 83
Blest be the princes, who have fought
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`Written in a book called Nouveaux interets de princes de Europe'
That happiness is but opinion.
Yale
c.189
p. 139
But persuade Caesar that his heart may prove
`Alexander to Cleopatra his sister'
Not utterly unworthy of your love.
Yale
c.189
p. 24
But reader be content to stay
`On Joan of Arc'
Whether saint devil, witch, man, maid, or whore.
Yale
c.189
p. 45; see also `Here lies Joan of Arcà'.
But should all my endeavors prosper ill,
`Caesar'
What I can't do, sure Cleopatra will.
Yale
c.189
p. 24
But vainly we resist the gods who will
`Pompey'
Their just decrees on guilty men fulfil.
Yale
c.189
p. 24
Charity and pride both feed the poor in the den
`Charity' [poem in the shape of a heart]
Increase men's states decrease no man's living.
Yale
c.189
p. 40
Charles at this time, having no need
[answer to `In all humility we crave...'; written c. 1642, here applied to Charles II]
Thanks you as much as if he did.
Yale
c.189
p. 5 (attr. Rochester)
Christ (the word) he spake it
Elizabeth I, queen of England, 1533_1603
`Elizabeth...when persecuted [by Mary I] to the Papists'
That I believe and take it.
Yale
c.189
p. 59; see also `It was the wordà'.
Cleora has her wish, she weds a peer,
Lansdowne, George Granville, 1st baron, 1667_1735
`By the honorable Mr. George Granville'
They cannot make me wretched, blessing her.
Yale
c.189
p. 118
Come boys let's crown our joys with bumpers of the best;
`Song'
We singing, drinking, never thinking, please the mighty Jove.
Yale
c.189
p. 159
Come, fair one, be kind
`Song'
If after I drink water-gruel.
Yale
c.189
p. 223
Custom our native loyalty doth awe
And doubl'd by their love, their piety.
Yale
c.189
p. 74
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her
`Song'
To be past, yet wish fruition!
Yale
c.189
p. 221
Death is a pursuant with eagle's wings
`To the covetous person'
And as she leaves thee, so will judgment find thee.
Yale
c.189
p. 103
Diogenes, in Cypric guise,
Which is a king's or common's head.
Yale
c.189
p. 75
Distracted with care
`The despairing lover'
To his cottage again.
Yale
c.189
p. 8
Distrust and darkness of a future state,
To be we know not what, we know not where.
Yale
c.189
p. 103
Do what thou wilt, ill nature will prevail,
And ev'ry elf has skill enough to rail.
Yale
c.189
p. 87
Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes
Dorset, Charles Sackville, 6th earl, 1643_1706
`On a lady [i.e., Catherine Sedley, countess of Dorchester] who fancied herself a beauty' [1694]
She took up with the blind and lame.
Yale
c.189
p. 1 (attr. Thomas Brown)
Eclipsed from your sight, all joys I hate,
Rich, Thomas
`Thomas Rich gent. to Mrs. Ellen Bogan'
None can dissolve a true love's knot (once tied).
Yale
c.189
p. 49
England hath his one fate peculiar to her,
`On England'
Never to want a party to undo her.
Yale
c.189
p. 24
Fair, sweet, and young, receive a prize
Dryden, John, 1631_1700
`A song'
For after dying all reprieve's too late.
Yale
c.189
p. 9
Fancy itself ev'n in enjoyment, is
But a dumb judge, and cannot prove its bliss.
Yale
c.189
p. 36
Farewell my bonny, bonny, pretty, witty, Moggy
`Song'
With our general's health in Flanders.
Yale
c.189
p. 164
Forbearance makes men more offend,
`Indulgentia malum...English thus'
To thrust their sovereign out of place.
Yale
c.189
p. 32
From beauty did the brave ¦neas spring,
Hicks, [ ], of Christ Church, Oxford
`On my Lady Monthermer's brave boy'
With a more num'rous race, or more divine.
Yale
c.189
p. 184
From friends, divisions, and quarrels intestine,
`October 1700'
Causing fools to admire, and wise men to wonder. | [Libera nos domine] &c.
Yale
c.189
p. 16
Go soft desires, love's gentle progeny,
Philips, Katherine, 1631_1664
`A lover'
Then take your flight, and visit me no more.
Yale
c.189
p. 29
Good master Doctor, can you tell?
`Song'
Oh! 'Tis a favor, drink or die.
Yale
c.189
p. 117
Great, good and just, could I but rate
Montrose, James Graham, marquis
`Lamentation for the death of Charles the 1st'
And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds.
Yale
c.189
p. 58
Had Alexander your bright form survey'd
`An epigram made on sight of the Countess of Sunderland at Tunbridge Wells, in the year 1705'
For one, and too mean a sacrifice to you.
Yale
c.189
p. 186
Hans Carvel impotent and old,
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`Monsieur de la Fontaine's Hans Carvel imitated'
You've thrust your finger G[o]d knows where.
Yale
c.189
p. 140
Happily hous'd these Lares are
Steele, Sir Richard, 1672_1729
`By...on Sic siti laetantur lares one of the mottoes on the Duke of Buckingham's house in St. James's Park'
Then might the mighty Lares sing.
Yale
c.189
p. 12
Here lies the carcass of a happy spirit,
`An epitaph for a youth'
Buried in a morning cloud.
Yale
c.189
p. 23
Here lives a great and mighty monarch
Rochester, John Wilmot, 2nd earl, 1647_1680
`Posted on Whitehall Gate by my Lord Rochester'
Nor ever did a wise one.
Yale
c.189
p. 1; see also `Here lies our sovereign the king'.
High tow'ring pride, is like the windy purse,
`Pride'
Empty flesh, fill'd with airy wind, heav'n's curse.
Yale
c.189
p. 41
Hold, hold, and no further advance
`Song'
But I thought at the first when.
Yale
c.189
p. 11
Honor had rather be with danger driven
`On honor'
Than stay with virtue on the hand of heaven.
Yale
c.189
p. 34
Hope follows faith; when man is most opprest
`Hope' [poem in the shape of an anchor]
Yet, will never leave us, if we leave not it.
Yale
c.189
p. 39
How happy are we,
`Song'
For a bawd always dies in her drink.
Yale
c.189
p. 179
How sacred and how innocent
Philips, Katherine, 1631_1664
`In praise of the country'
Thou art not so to me.
Yale
c.189
p. 27 (ll. 1_32)
How slight a thing is man, how frail, how brittle,
`More on man'
How seeming great is he, how truly little.
Yale
c.189
p. 104
How well her name an army doth present
Herbert, George, 1593_1633
`An anagram on Mary'
On whom the Lord of Hosts doth pitch his tent.
Yale
c.189
p. 46
Huge gluttonies, unfathom'd gulf doth waste
`Gluttony'
Great Croesus unknown wealth though ne'er so vast.
Yale
c.189
p. 41
I do not love thee, Sabidus, but for what
`De Sabido'
Know not; I only know I love thee not.
Yale
c.189
p. 22
If I live to be old, for I find I go down,
Pope, Walter, d. 1714
`A wish, written by...fellow of the Royal Society'
(Without gout or stone) by a gentle decay.
Yale
c.189
p. 94
If liberty of conscience e'er was good,
Brown, Thomas, 1663_1704
`Written on the bog house in Grays Inn presently__after the Act of Toleration was published'
So kindness gains, where arguments do fail.
Yale
c.189
p. 171
If that from glove, you take the letter G,
Strode, William, 1602_1645
`A lover, when he presented a pair of gloves to his lady'
Then glove is love, and that I give to thee.
Yale
c.189
p. 64
If that you love me, come to me, my deary,
`Song'
Here lies a point open, you never can hit it. | Tom &c.
Yale
c.189
p. 182
If thou dost find
`A clergyman who built a house on his parsonage, had these verses written or engraven on it'
My labor is not lost.
Yale
c.189
p. 46
In a dish came fish
Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?_1692
`Ben Jonson, when the Archbishop [of Canterbury] sent him a dish of fish, but no drink, said...'
Because there was no beer.
Yale
c.189
p. 63
In a melancholy fancy out of myself
`All the world surveying'
Or else what is the light[n]ing at which we gaze and wonder. Hello my fancy
Yale
c.189
p. 105
In all humility we crave,
`The Commons' petition to King Charles the 2nd' [verse 5 of `Justice is here made up of might...' (not in Osborn collection), 1642, applied to Charles II; answered by `Charles at this time...']
The greatest prince in Christendom.
Yale
c.189
p. 5
In different passions, for relief
`On Mrs. Collier's mid[dle] finger, one of the maids of honor to Queen Anne'
More pleasure in your tail.
Yale
c.189
p. 174
In flames forever envy's entrails fry
`Envy'
To see another man's felicity.
Yale
c.189
p. 42
In flower of mine age you see
`An epitaph on Ms. Honor Rich'
Tho' Honor lie in grave.
Yale
c.189
p. 59
In fruitful Lombardy, of yore,
`Woman'
That ev'ry woman comes from Eve.
Yale
c.189
p. 189
In those more dull and more censorious days
`Ad laubellam'
When few dare give and fewer merit praise.
Yale
c.189
p. 20
It grieves my heart, and yet I can't but smile
`A dialogue between the Duchess of Portsmouth, a Frenchwoman, and Madam Elinor Gwyn, both mis[tres]ses to Carolus II Rex...at the former's departure from England to France'
And [blank] us with the grievance of the nation.
Yale
c.189
p. 88
It's now my part to choose, yours to advise,
`Orondatus to Statira (both in danger)'
What you believe to be most safe and wise.
Yale
c.189
p. 18
Join thy lips, breathing soul to mine,
`A lover to his mistress'
Taste we what fruit the country yields.
Yale
c.189
p. 29
Ladies take care of your reputation
`Song'
How the ladies would frig themselves which would be pure.
Yale
c.189
p. 164
Late as I, slumb'ring, on my bed were laid,
`A dream'
To show me heav'n, and yet in hell to leave me.
Yale
c.189
p. 14
Leave martial deeds, to martial men, and let the priests go pray:
`On the priests, their going to war'
Such devilish counsel worse received wrought Europe's great decay.
Yale
c.189
p. 32
Let not the splendor of high birth
`Relating to the fourth being the last emblem'
And beam them with eternal light.
Yale
c.189
p. 85
Let's go then, and those needless scruples quit
`Caesar [in love with Cleopatra] to one of his followers'
Showing my heart to her that wounded it.
Yale
c.189
p. 19
Like to the damask rose you see,
`On man's mortality'
The snow dissolves, and so must all.
Yale
c.189
p. 52 (var.)
Like to the seed put in earth's womb;
`On man's resurrection'
So man that dies shall live again.
Yale
c.189
p. 57
Lo death invested in a robe of ermine,
`On a skeleton sitting on a pile of dead mens' bones'
As runs the gliding sand i' 'th' hour-glass.
Yale
c.189
p. 64
Lovely charmer, dearest creature
Motteux, Peter, 1663_1718
`Song' [in The island princess (1699), p. 12]
None could e'er be more beloved.
Yale
c.189
p. 221
Machaon sick! In ev'ry face we find
Lansdowne, George Granville, 1st baron, 1667_1735
`Verses sent to Doct. [Samuel] Ga[r]th in his sickness'
And by preserving Ga[r]th, preserves mankind.
Yale
c.189
p. 128
Mad lust (alas) makes blind the witless will,
`Lust'
'Tis pleasing care, and joy, or luscious ill.
Yale
c.189
p. 41
May the ambitious ever [favor] find
Dorset, Charles Sackville, 6th earl, 1638_1706
`Songs'
Her arms much softer nights.
Yale
c.189
p. 113
Melancholic looks, and whining,
`Song'
Are the bless'd efforts of love.
Yale
c.189
p. 7
Muse not so much
`On B. Bonner's picture'
Their lives restore again.
Yale
c.189
p. 47
Must I ever sigh in vain?
`Song'
Let your pity once prevail.
Yale
c.189
p. 116
My dear Rosania sometimes to be kind,
Philips, Katherine, 1631_1664
`A farewell to Rosania'
The kindest thought is that of quick return.
Yale
c.189
p. 27
My life! My soul! My all that heav'n can give!
Death, and life with thee: without thee death to live.
Yale
c.189
p. 75
My madness alas I too plainly discover,
`Song'
So live sober all day, and chaste all the night.
Yale
c.189
p. 7
My soul is arm'd with so much patience
`On patience'
Comfort in heaven above, on earth below.
Yale
c.189
p. 109
Naught but affliction thund'ring out of heaven
`Man's obstinacy'
Than any heaven holds any thunderer.
Yale
c.189
p. 34
No wonder winds more dreadful are by far
`The witchcraft' [on the storm of 26 November 1703; against the Duchess of Marlborough]
Burn but the witch and all is well.
Yale
c.189
p. 12
Of all the animals in earth or sea,
I'd change my shape, and be a man again.
Yale
c.189
p. 180
Oh! fortune like her foe is wisely coy,
And deals us sorrow but to raise our joy.
Yale
c.189
p. 75
Oh! had I courage but to meet my fate;
That something, or that nothing after death.
Yale
c.189
p. 26
O, happy times, when no such thing as coin
But av'rice and excess devours the root.
Yale
c.189
p. 6
O heavenly pow'rs, why did you bring to light?
`A satire on women'
The Devil, and be damning of us all.
Yale
c.189
p. 168 (incomplete?)
O Jupiter! what cause of thy so cruel hate,
`Hippolytus, in Euripides, expostulates with Jupiter against the female sex'
Have lived in peace, from female fury free.
Yale
c.189
p. 111
O! lead me to some peaceful room
`Song'
To rule in the house, where he's a slave.
Yale
c.189
p. 221
Oh! since before we cast forth sweets in love,
How great? How vast? Must be our joys above.
Yale
c.189
p. 36
O stay! And take me with you; when you go
There's nothing now worth living for below.
Yale
c.189
p. 58
O Tyburn! couldst thou reason and dispute?
`On Tyburn'
A little bearing towards the milder side.
Yale
c.189
p. 114
Once in our lives
`Song'
And drink, drink, till he fall.
Yale
c.189
p. 222
Order being kept the world is kept, but when
`On order...English thus'
That is neglected, all the word's gone then.
Yale
c.189
p. 33
Our councils are govern'd by Hugo Boscawen,
Sheppard, Sir Fleetwood, 1634_1698
`A lampoon in 1692' [verses on the French successes]
Sad news! but yet worth for all Englishmen's knowing.
Yale
c.189
p. 183
Pallas, destructive to the Trojan line,
Garth, Sir Samuel, 1661_1719
`On the King of Spain'
Fell by Eliza__and by Anna rose.
Yale
c.189
p. 163
Parties in turn do make us all court slaves,
[on the House of Commons, 1708]
Fools ruin fools, both help t'enrich the knave.
Yale
c.189
p. 163
Philip, the King of Macedon,
`Paragraphs'
His mausoleum sepulcher.
Yale
c.189
p. 25
Phyllis hath such charming graces,
I must love her; tho' I die.
Yale
c.189
p. 117
Phyllis the fairest of love's foes
Dorset, Charles Sackville, 6th earl, 1638_1706
`Song'
As would neither kiss nor spin.
Yale
c.189
p. 222
Pious Selinda goes to prayers,
Congreve, William, 1670_1729
`Song'
Or I of her a sinner.
Yale
c.189
p. 2; see also `Pious Belindaà'.
Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing,
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`[Verses in French by Bernard le Bovier de Fontanelle, from the Latin of Hadrian] translated__or rather imitated'
Should dread that and hope that thou knowst not what.
Yale
c.189
p. 127
Proud women I scorn, the brisk wine's my delight,
`Song'
I'm a king when I grasp thee, much more, when I kiss.
Yale
c.189
p. 158
Rally again boys; rally again boys
`Song'
To rub, and dub, and dub; God save the Queen.
Yale
c.189
p. 166
Rise, for a serene morn brings on the day,
`A morning call'
Summon our wand'ring souls to heaven, or hell.
Yale
c.189
p. 66
Search all the earth, you ev'rywhere shall see
`The devil'
To murder mortals, by a slipp'ry snare.
Yale
c.189
p. 43
Seven years childless, marriage past,
`A parent on the death of a child'
Yet in less than six weeks dead.
Yale
c.189
p. 21
She shriek'd and wept, and both became her face:
No gesture could that heavenly form disgrace.
Yale
c.189
p. 125
Since Celia, 'tis not in our power
`Song'
In vain you part what nature join'd.
Yale
c.189
p. 42
So when a wife's abused and husband horn'd,
`On the [faded] and the [faded] we favor still the weaker sex's faults'
The woman's pitied, but the cuckold's scorn'd.
Yale
c.189
p. 18
Stand your glass 'round, about ye have a care my boys,
`Song'
A bottle and kind landlady cures all again.
Yale
c.189
p. 160
Strephon, at last, th'unhappy veils remov'd,
`To Strephon'
While her back door admits them all at night.
Yale
c.189
p. 4
Sure, he, who in his youth, for glory strove,
Should recompense his age with ease and love.
Yale
c.189
p. 102
Swell on unbounded spirits, whose vast hope,
`A prolusion on the emblem of the second chapter'
With greatest luster doth advance his glory.
Yale
c.189
p. 69
Take not the first refusal ill
`Song'
If you don't ask her, she'll ask you.
Yale
c.189
p. 222
That Niobe to stone was chang'd
`From Anacreon'
Still to be trod upon by you.
Yale
c.189
p. 116
The hermit's solace in his cell
Philips, Ambrose, 1675_1749
The madman's sport; the wise man's pain.
Yale
c.189
p. 173
The man, dear Bret, that wears a condom,
Orrery, Roger Boyle, 1st earl, 1621_1679
`In praise of a condom'
And dare all foul diseases but the muggles.
Yale
c.189
p. 161
The sceptics think, 'twas long ago,
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`The ladle'
'Tis all a wish, and all a ladle.
Yale
c.189
p. 129
The sea replies, she lies not in our deeps
`Query. Where is wisdom's habitation'
From evil, is of virtue the most high.
Yale
c.189
p. 35
The valiant lion, when the vanquished
And beasts that are of less nobility.
Yale
c.189
p. 26
The winds do rather sigh than blow,
`A lover courting his lady to take the air'
Rise fair one, 'tis a lovely day.
Yale
c.189
p. 27
There is no difference death hath made
`A prolusion upon the emblem of the chapter being the last chapter'
Is differenc'd or in heaven, or hell.
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They in prevention quarrel-like accurs't,
Scold, who being guilty | Yet will call whore first.
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This is too much, but if I this abuse,
`Caesar to Cleopatra'
The fault which you create you must excuse.
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This new amazement made my limbs to shake,
`One after an affright...English thus'
My hair stood up, words my mouth forsake.
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This posture, and these tears, that heav'n might move,
`Lying at her feet'
The plaintive waters utter, as they flow.
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p. 92
Those beasts which for the shambles are designed
Serves but to fit them for the butcher's knife.
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p. 108
Those unavailing rites he may receive,
These, after death, are all a God can give.
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p. 87
Thou little monarch man small universe,
`To mankind'
As thou art flesh, thou art a bait for worms.
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Thou that in want at rich man's door didst lie
`An epitaph on Lazarus'
For beggar here, in heaven thou art a king.
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Tho' soft birds sing, not so my wayward fate;
Scorn opposition, and still hope success.
Yale
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p. 48
Thy ashes here, but in my mind
Forever Christ['s] which once were mine.
Yale
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p. 103
To fairest looks trust not too far; nor yet to beauty brave;
For hateful thoughts so finely mask'd, their deadly poison have.
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To give the last amendment to the bill,
Hall, Henry, of Hereford
`A consultation of the bishops' [about the Occasional Conformity Bill]
And the thin form their wond'ring eyes forsook.
Yale
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Traitor to God, and rebel to thy pen,
Brown, Thomas, 1663_1704
`To Mr. Dryden, on his conversion'
May modestly believe transubstantiation.
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p. 173
Twice twelve years not fully told, a lifeless breath
[on a gentleman of the Temple that died about the age of 24]
That when death meets us we may be found ready.
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Under five hundred kings three kingdoms groan
`Upon the restoration of Caroli II'
The second Charles not fear nor need 'em.
Yale
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p. 107
Viewing the ranges of a library
And heaven on virtue show'rs rewards at last.
Yale
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p. 75
Were both the Indies' treasures thine,
`Relating to the second emblem'
That wealth eternally remains.
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p. 81
What are poor men but quickened lumps of earth?
`On man'
His death a winter's night that finds no morrow.
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p. 104
What have I seen? Whither is it gone;
`The wife of Pompey awakened out of her sleep, in which she dreamed she saw her husband's vision, who told her concerning her fortune fate'
There's still some joy laid up in fate for me.
Yale
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What need had we [a] care [for] bays
C__t and new clothes.
Yale
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p. 117
What on earth deserves our trust;
Philips, Katherine, 1631_1664
`The vanity of earthly things' [epitaph on Hector Philips]
What one moment calls again.
Yale
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What should a man do with a very fine wife,
`Song'
And ne'er be call'd cuckolds boys after we're gone.
Yale
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p. 170
When absent from the nymph, I love,
Ramsay, Allan, 1686_1758
`Song'
Who most deserve, the least obtain.
Yale
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p. 175
When any dies, whose muse was rich in verse,
Others, are base and illegitimate.
Yale
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p. 78
When envy does at Athens rise
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`On report of my Ld. Somers being removed from [his office of] Ld.[ High] Chancellor' [1700]
But being great and doing well.
Yale
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When foolish subjects banish kings before
They have their thanks and pay, in blood and gore.
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When haughty thoughts impuff thee, then
`Relating to the first emblem'
Both in the other world, and this.
Yale
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p. 79
When Jasper died, he knockt at heaven['s] gate,
`Prae foribus...English thus'
What you quoth Peter? Sure you do but droll.
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When Jove lay blest in his Alcmaena's charms
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`The wedding night'
As strong as Jove, she like Alcmaena fair.
Yale
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When Lesbia first I saw so heav'nly fair
Congreve, William, 1670_1729
`Song'
And what her eyes enthrall'd, her tongue unbound.
Yale
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p. 126
When thou wast taken out of this world's house-room
`An epitaph on Dives'
They bade thee welcome to their cheer in hell.
Yale
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p. 60
Whenas astronomers pass by,
King, Joseph
`An epitaph on Jo: Moon sometime clerk of Modbury'
And stars dismount, again this Moon shall rise.
Yale
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p. 50
Who can the joys discover?
`Song'
And almost enjoy all over. | Who can &c.
Yale
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p. 117
Wit, wisdom first wisdom, wit I do adore,
`On wisdom, and wit'
Wit goes before, but wisdom comes behind.
Yale
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p. 46
Would you know how we meet o'er our jolly full bowls
`Song'
Love only remains our unquenchable fire.
Yale
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Wrath sparkling fire, is born in scalding blood,
`Wrath'
Whose horrid right hand knows no deed that's good.
Yale
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You maidens, and wives, and young widows rejoice,
Head, Thomas
`Written several years since'
That their power of healing will never decay.
Yale
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p. 122
You must a little with her scorn dispense,
`Alexander [brother to Cleopatra] to his acquaintance'
But she's my sister, give her humor vent.
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