Phryne had talents for mankind, Open she was, and unconfin’d, Like some free port of trade: Merchants unloaded here their frei… And Agents from each foreign stat…

Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy l… And thou shalt live, for Buckingh… Let Crowds and Critics now my ver… Let Dennis write, and nameless nu… This more than pays whole years of…

What beck’ning ghost, along the mo… Invites my steps, and points to yo… 'Tis she!—but why that bleeding bo… Why dimly gleams the visionary swo… Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly!…

‘Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool. But you yourself may serve to show… Every fool is not a poet.’

Dear, damn’d distracting town, far… Thy fools no more I’ll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dw… Ye harlots, sleep at ease! Soft B—and rough C—s adieu,

While Celia’s Tears make sorrow b… Proud Grief sits swelling in her… The Sun, next those the fairest l… Thus from the Ocean first did ris… And thus thro’ Mists we see the S…

Vital spark of heav’nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flyi… O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy str…

'Tis hard to say, if greater want… Appear in writing or in judging il… But, of the two, less dang’rous is… To tire our patience, than mislead… Some few in that, but numbers err…

Resign’d to live, prepar’d to die, With not one sin, but poetry, This day Tom’s fair account has r… (Without a blot) to eighty—one. Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays

Authors the world and their dull b… To fix the ground where Paradise… Mind not their learned whims and i… Here, here’s the place where these…

Silence! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature’s—self bega… 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and… II. Thine was the sway, ere heav’n was…

Of gentle Philips will I ever sin… With gentle Philips shall the val… My numbers too for ever will I va… With gentle Budgell and with gent… Or if in ranging of the names I j…

He said, and pass’d with sad presa… To seek his spouse, his soul’s far… At home he sought her, but he soug… She, with one maid of all her meni… Had thence retir’d; and, with her…

Here, shunning idleness at once an… This radiant pile nine rural siste… The glittering emblem of each spot… Clear as her soul and shining as h… Beauty which nature only can impar…