How boys at dinner may behaveWith due propriety.Guard well your hands: two things have beenUnfitly used by some;The trencher for a tambourine,The table for a drum.We could not lead a pleasant life,And ‘twould be finished soon,If peas were eaten with the knife,And gravy with the spoon.Eat slowly: only men in ragsAnd gluttons old in sinMistake…
Sheltered by the kindly groundFrom the world of sight and sound,One or two of those I leaveWill remember me and grieve,Thinking how I made them gayBy the things I used to say;— But the crown of their distressWill be my untidiness.What a nuisance then will beAll that shall remain of me!Shelves of books I never…
If Cynthia be a queen, a princess, and supreme,Keep these among the rest, or say it was a dream,For those that like, expound, and those that loathe expressMeanings according as their minds are moved more or less;For writing what thou art, or showing what thou were,Adds to the one disdain, to the other but despair,Thy…
A prosperous port contiguous to the strand,A monarch feasted in right royal state;But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great,And well his faithful servants could surmiseFrom his distracted looks and broken sighsThat though the purple bowl was circling free,His mind was prey to black perplexity.At last, while others thoughtless joys invoke,Fierce from his breast…
And pays us but with earth and dust;Who in the dark and silent grave,When we have wander’d all our ways,Shuts up the story of our days;But from this earth, this grave, this dust,My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Thy time, where time’s eternity is given ;And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse,But down in midnight darkness let them lie ;So live thy better, let thy worst thoughts die.And thou, my soul, inspired with holy flame,View and review, with most regardful eie,That holy crosse whence thy salvation came,On which thy Saviour and…
These pretty pleasures might me move,To live with thee, and be thy love.Time drives the flocks from field to fold,When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,And Philomel becometh dumb,The rest complains of cares to come.The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,To wayward winter reckoning yields,A honey tongue, a heart of gall,Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s…
These pretty pleasures might me moveTo live with thee and be thy Love.But Time drives flocks from field to fold;When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;And Philomel becometh dumb;The rest complains of cares to come.The flowers do fade, and wanton fieldsTo wayward Winter reckoning yields:A honey tongue, a heart of gall,Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s…
Happy the life that no mishap should taste;Blessed the chance might never change success.Were such a life to lead or state to prove,Who would not wish that such a life were love?But oh! the soury sauce of sweet unsure,When pleasures flit, and fly with waste of wind.The trustless trains that hoping hearts allure,When sweet delights…
And supported by Professor Woodward,Is financed by numerous Bogus MeetingsHastily convened by Kuno MeyerTo impose upon the Man of Business.All in vain! The accomplished Man of BusinessDisapproves of Otia Merseiana,Turns his back on Doctor Kuno Meyer;Cannot be enticed by Mister Sampson,To be present at the Bogus Meetings,Though attended by Professor Woodward.Little cares the staid Professor…
