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Leave, O leave me to my sorrows; Here I’ll sit and fade away, Till I’m nothing but a spirit, And I lose this form of clay. Then if chance along this forest Any walk in pathless ways, Thro’ the gloom…
This city and this country has brought forth many mayors To sit in state, and give forth laws out of their old oak chairs, With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale— Good English hospitality, O…
To be or not to be Of great capacity, Like Sir Isaac Newton, Or Locke, or Doctor South, Or Sherlock upon Death— I’d rather be Sutton! For he did build a house For agèd men and youth, With walls of…
Hail Matrimony, made of Love! To thy wide gates how great a drove On purpose to be yok’d do come; Widows and Maids and Youths also, That lightly trip on beauty’s toe, Or sit on beauty’s bum. Hail fingerfooted lovely…
Phoebe drest like beauty’s queen, Jellicoe in faint pea-green, Sitting all beneath a grot, Where the little lambkins trot. Maidens dancing, loves a-sporting, All the country folks a-courting, Susan, Johnny, Bob, and Joe, Lightly tripping on a row. Happy people,…
1 When old corruption first begun, Adorn’d in yellow vest, He committed on flesh a whoredom O, what a wicked beast! 2 From then a callow babe did spring, And old corruption smil’d To think his race should never end,…
When silver snow decks Sylvio’s cloaths And jewel hangs at shepherd’s nose, We can abide life’s pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. Whilst Virtue is our walking staff, And Truth a lantern to our…
Welcome, stranger, to this place, Where joy doth sit o n every bough, Paleness flies from every face; We reap not what we do not sow. Innocence doth like a rose Bloom on every maiden’s cheek; Honour twines around her…
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war, Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb; Th’ Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands, And casts them out upon the darken’d earth! Prepare, prepare! Prepare your hearts for Death’s…
Justice hath heaved a sword to plunge in Albion’s breast; for Albion’s sins are crimson- dyed, and the red scourge follows her desolate sons. Then Patriot rose; full oft did Patriot rise, when Tyranny hath stained fair Albion’s breast with…