- 1. Upon A Little Lady
Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person.
How comes the Day orecast? the Flaming Sun
Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run?
- 2. On My Aunt Mrs. A. K.
Drown'd under London-bridge, in the Queens Bardge, Anno 1641
The Darling of a Father Good and Wise,
- 3. On A Young Lady
Whose Lord was Travelling.
No sooner I pronounced Celindas name,
- 4. To My Lord Colrane
In Answer to his Complemental Verses sent me under the Name of CLEANOR.
Long my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay,
Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease gave way,
- 5. On The Dutchess Of Grafton
Under the Name of ALINDA.
- 6. The Discontent
1 Here take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse,
- 7. Penelope To Ulysses.
Return my dearest Lord, at length return,
Let me no longer your sad absence mourn,
Ilium in Dust, does no more Work afford,
No more Employment for your Wit or Sword.
- 8. To The Queen
As those who pass the Alps do say,
The Rocks which first oppose their way,
And so amazing-High do show,
By fresh Ascents appear but low,
- 9. The Miseries Of Man
1 In that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd,
1 For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd;
2 Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting Crown,
3 Casts o'er the neighbouring Plains, a seeming Frown;