So teazed day and nightBy a Dean and a Knight.To punish my sins,Sir Arthur begins,And gives me a wipe,With Skinny and Snipe:,His malice is plain,Hallooing the Dean.The Dean never stops,When he opens his chops;I’m quite overrunWith rebus and pun.Before he came here,To spunge for good cheer,I sat with delight,From morning till night,With two bony thumbsCould…
Time was, when I could yearly payMy verse to Stella’s native day:But now unable grown to write,I grieve she ever saw the light.Ungrateful! since to her I oweThat I these pains can undergo.She tends me like an humble slave;And, when indecently I rave,When out my brutish passions break,With gall in every word I speak,She with…
Atlas, we read in ancient song,Was so exceeding tall and strong,He bore the skies upon his back,Just as the pedler does his pack;But, as the pedler overpress’dUnloads upon a stall to rest,Or, when he can no longer standDesires a friend to lend a hand;So Atlas, lest the ponderous spheresShould sink, and fall about his ears,Got…
They argue no corrupted mindIn him; the fault is in mankind.This maxim more than all the restIs thought too base for human breast:‘In all distresses of our friends,We first consult our private ends;While Nature, kindly bent to ease us,Points out some circumstance to please us.’If this perhaps your patience move,Let reason and experience prove.We all…
And stroll about, but hide their quality,To try good people’s hospitality.It happened on a winter night,As authors of the legend write,Two brother hermits, saints by trade,Taking their tour in masquerade,Disguised in tattered habits, wentTo a small village down in Kent;Where, in the strollers’ canting strain,They begged from door to door in vain;Tried every tone might…
She trembled when a Man drew near;Salute her, and she turn’d her Ear:If o’er against her you were plac’tShe durst not look above your Wa[i]st;She’d rather take you to her BedThan let you see her dress her Head;In Church you heard her thro’ the CrowdRepeat the Absolution loud;In Church, secure behind her FanShe durst behold…
Shepherd. Echo, I ween, will in the woods reply,And quaintly answer questions. Shall I try?Echo. Try.Shepherd. What must we do our passion to express?Echo. Press.Shepherd. How shall I please her, who ne’er loved before?Echo. Before.Shepherd. What most moves women when we them address?Echo. A dress.Shepherd. Say, what can keep her chaste whom I adore?Echo. A…
Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke;Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.Here elements have lost their uses,Air ripens not, nor earth produces:In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,Fire will not roast, nor water boil.Through all the valleys, hills, and plains,The Goddess Want, in triumph reigns:And her chief officers of state,Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.
A horrid vision seized my head,I saw the graves give up their dead!Jove, arm’d with terrors, bursts the skies,And thunder roars and lightning flies!Amazed, confused, its fate unknown,The world stands trembling at his throne!While each pale sinner hung his head,Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said:“Offending race of human kind,By nature, reason, learning, blind;You who,…
One of us in glass is set,One of us you’ll find in jet.T’other you may see in tin,And the fourth a box within.If the fifth you should pursue,It can never fly from you.
