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The Famous Speech-Maker Of England Or Baron (Alias Barren) Lovel’s Charge
The Famous Speech-Maker Of England Or Baron (Alias Barren) Lovel’s Charge
At The Assizes At Exon, April 5, 1710
From London to Exon,
By special direction…
The Fable Of Midas
The Fable Of Midas
Midas, we are in story told,
Turn'd every thing he touch'd to gold:
He chipp'd his bread; the pieces round
Glitter'd like spangl…
The Author Upon Himself
The Author Upon Himself
By an old ——pursued,
A crazy prelate, and a royal prude;
By dull divines, who look with envious eyes
On ev'ry genius that a…
The Dean’s Answer
The Dean’s Answer
The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit,
I cannot but envy the pride of her wit,
Which thus she will venture profusely to throw
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719
Stella this day is thirty-four,
(We shan't dispute a year or more:)
However, Stella, be not troubled,
Although thy…
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727
This day, whate'er the Fates decree,
Shall still be kept with joy by me:
This day then let us not be told,
That yo…
Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin
Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin
Don Carlos, in a merry spight,
Did Stella to his house invite:
He entertain'd her half a …
Stella’s Birth-Day.1719-20
Stella’s Birth-Day.1719-20
All travellers at first incline
Where'er they see the fairest sign
And if they find the chambers neat,
And like the liqu…
Robin And Harry
Robin And Harry
Robin to beggars with a curse,
Throws the last shilling in his purse;
And when the coachman comes for pay,
The rogue must call anot…
Phillis, Or, the Progress of Love
Phillis, Or, the Progress of Love
Desponding Phillis was endu'd
With ev'ry Talent of a Prude,
She trembled when a Man drew near;
Salute her, and sh…
Parody On The Recorder’s Speech To His Grace The Duke Of Ormond, 4th July,
Parody On The Recorder’s Speech To His Grace The Duke Of Ormond, 4th July,
1711
THE RECORDER'S SPEECH EXPLAINED BY THE TORIES
An ancient metr…
On Time
On Time
Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.
On The Vowels
On The Vowels
We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you'll find in jet.
T'o…
On The Moon
On The Moon
I with borrow'd silver shine
What you see is none of mine.
First I show you but a quarter,
Like the bow that guards the Tartar:
T…
On The Five Senses
On The Five Senses
All of us in one you'll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind;
Yet among us all no brother
Knows one tittle of the other;
We in freq…
On Stella's Birth-Day, 1719
On Stella's Birth-Day, 1719
Stella this Day is thirty four,
(We shan't dispute a Year or more)
However Stella, be not troubled,
Although thy Size a…
On Ink
On Ink
I am jet black, as you may see,
The son of pitch and gloomy night:
Yet all that know me will agree,
I'm dead except I live in light.
<…
On Gold
On Gold
All-ruling tyrant of the earth,
To vilest slaves I owe my birth,
How is the greatest monarch blest,
When in my gaudy livery drest!
No…
On An Ill-Managed House
On An Ill-Managed House
LET me thy properties explain:
A rotten cabin dropping rain:
Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke;
Stools, tables, chairs, …
On A Shadow In A Glass
On A Shadow In A Glass
By something form'd, I nothing am,
Yet everything that you can name;
In no place have I ever been,
Yet everywhere I may be s…
On A Corkscrew
On A Corkscrew
Though I, alas! a prisoner be,
My trade is prisoners to set free.
No slave his lord's commands obeys
With such insinuating ways.
On A Pair Of Dice
On A Pair Of Dice
We are little brethren twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain,
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone:
But men …
My Lady’s Lamantation And Complaint Against The Dean
My Lady’s Lamantation And Complaint Against The Dean
Sure never did man see
A wretch like poor Nancy,
So teazed day and night
By a Dean and a Knigh…
On A Cannon
On A Cannon
Begotten, and born, and dying with noise,
The terror of women, and pleasure of boys,
Like the fiction of poets concerning the wind,
I'm…