That thou may'st injure no man, dovelike be Upon some hasty errand Tom was sent 'What a frail thing is beauty!' says Baron le Cras When men of infamy to grandeur soar You tell us, Doctor, 'tis a sin to steal.. PAGE 6 8 7 5 6377464 AMATORY. 'A Temple to Friendship,' said Laura, enchanted Advanced in years, the goddess Venus 12 13 Ah, foolish Delia ! since you hate 30 Ah! tell me no more, my dear girl, with a sigh 13 As a garland once I made As charm'd I view these rills, and groves, and fields 9 14 14 10 14 32 32 By thee, on the sand of this shore I ask'd my fair, one happy day I gave, 'twas but the other day I would rather, dear girl, fewer claspings and kisses In the ages when innocence reign'd 'twas a pleasure In vain you strive, by every art It was but a moment! 'twas but like a dream! Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk Lo! where the bee from yonder rose.. My Helen is little and brown, but more tender O tell me not, with groundless fear 'Oh, give to Lydia, ye blest Powers!' I cried Oh, how soft beam your eyes! Oh, how tender their gaze! Permitted, unreproved, to gaze Print on my lips another kiss Say, wherefore is it lovers' lies 32 Sighs, and looks, and soft attentions. Stranger, whoe'er thou art, whose restless mind 23 24 24 24 21 31 33 The girl that I love lately gave me a kiss 25 The man who first laid down the pedant rule The violet in her green wood bower 10 26 25 What a rout do you make for a single poor kiss! 27 PAGE Whosoever thou art, thy master sce! When the maid who possesses my heart Why ask so oft, with fond alarms Why frown my fair?-The mighty bliss With beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to languish With me while present, may thy lovely eyes Yes, false one, triumph in my woes 29 Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now 11 You call me still your life; oh, change the word 32 You gave me, dear Ellen, two kisses.. You say I love not, 'cause I do not play 30 30 Come hither, Sir John, my picture is here 38 38 40 35 38 35 'Come, wife,' said Will, 'I pray you devote How like is this picture, you'd think that it breathes. 38 40 38 39 'Nay, prithee, dear Thomas, ne'er rave thus and curse 42 Though matches are all made in heaven, they say 42 39 Tom praised his friend, who changed his state Welsh judges two, four military men PAGE 37 41 Whence comes it, that, in Clara's face When Loveless married Lady Jenny. Which is of greater value, prithee, say Wilt thou dare to blame a woman for her seeming sudden You always are making a god of your spouse. You'd marry the marquis, fair lady, they say SOCIAL LIFE AND SOCIAL FOLLIES. 34 35 36 40 41 37 34 34 A cockney sportsman, gunning, to a country squire declares 49 48 A trav'ller, some little time back 47 A watch lost in a tavern! that's a crime 47 Angling for dinner, Charles, at every line His lordship bought his last gay birthday dress Kate's teeth are black; white lately Bell's are grown Many with this inquiry go about My hair and I are quits, d'ye see My thanks I'll no longer delay No wonder that Öxford and Cambridge profound Oh, shame to the manners, the times, and the age Poor poet Doggrel's house consumed by fire!.. 44 47 Said a thief to a wit, 'There's no knowing one's friends 47 52 PAGE Strephon most fierce besieges Chloe .. Talk no more of the lucky escape of the head The law decides questions of Meum and Tuum To beat their poor old Grandames' hoops 'To-day,' said Dick, 'is April day Tom taken by Tim his new mansion to view 'What! hang from the neck of a lady!' cries Bill What is the reason, can you guess When lovely woman, hoop'd in folly. Why scorn red hair?-the Greeks we know You ask a hundred guests unknown to me 43 46 49 45 51 44 49 50 48 46 46 44 43 51 48 49 45 50 49 52 50 51 44 |