LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plent… Great Sir John, are all your own. Loosen’d from the minor’s tether,

Let observation with extensive vie… Survey mankind, from China to Per… Remark each anxious toil, each eag… And watch the busy scenes of crowd… Then say how hope and fear, desire…

CITY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime! The true thy chartered freemen are… Of every age and clime. One holy Church, one army strong,

Behold, my fair, where’er we rove, What dreary prospects round us ris… The naked hill, the leafless grove… The hoary ground, the frowning ski… Nor only through the wasted plain,

Clouds do not always veil the skie… Nor showers immerse the verdant pl… Nor do the billows always rise, Or storms afflict the ruffled main… Nor, Valgius, on the Armenian sho…

To Stella: Whether Stella’s eyes are found Fix’d on earth or glancing round, If her face with pleasure glow, If she sigh at others’ woe,

Oft in danger, yet alive, We are come to thirty-five; Long may better years arrive, Better years than thirty-five. Could philosophers contrive

At length must Suffolk beauties s… So long renown’d in B-n’s deathle… Thy charms at least, fair Firebra… Some zealous bard to wake the slee… For such thy beauteous mind and lo…

When first the peasant, long incli… Forsakes his rural sports and peac… Pleas’d with the scene the smiling… He scorns the verdant meads and fl… Then dances jocund o’er the watery…

When lately Stella’s form display… The beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs, who found their power… Proclaim’d her not so fair as fine… ‘Fate! snatch away the bright disg…

Wouldst thou to some steadfast sea… Out of Fortune’s power retreat? Wouldst thou, when fierce Eurus b… Calmly rest in safe repose? Wouldst thou see the foaming main,

Grown old in courts, thou art not… Who keeps the rigid rules of ancie… Well skill’d to soothe a foe with… To sink the fatal precipice before… And then lament his fall with seem…

To Stella: Evening now from purple wings Sheds the grateful gifts she bring… Brilliant drops bedeck the mead, Cooling breezes shake the reed;

Had this fair figure, which this f… Adorn’d in Roman time the brighte… In every dome, in every sacred pla… Her statue would have breathed an… And on its basis would have been e…

{On her giving the author a gold a… net-work purse of her own weaving}… Though gold and silk their charms… To make thy curious web delight, In vain the varied work would shin…