This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
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| A45166 | I''th''Street he greets his Friend with chearful Eyes, And hugging Close, when will you come? |
| A62840 | What then should Happy Brittain do? |
| A54952 | How much they pay, though not how much they owe; Why is thy Sacred Pencil laid aside, No lays made choise of, and no numbers try''d? |
| A54952 | oh what matchless Heroe''s that, who''s arms Reflect such dreadful Rays, and horrid Charms? |
| A62908 | For This did Saints and Angels long intreat, And Caesar court him to my Past''ral Seat? |
| A62915 | But who, in fetter''d Numbers, can Comprise The Great, the Good, the Just, the Learn''d and Wise? |
| A62915 | SIR, WHAT Present can the Muse''s Servant send To You, the Muse''s, and your Country''s Friend? |
| A69875 | Gallants, WHo Would have thought to have seen so many here, At such a Rambling season of the Year; And what''s more strange? |
| A69875 | what strange Fate still Rules us Men? |
| A63016 | SPRING, Where are thy Flowry Treasures? |
| A63016 | Where the Summer- Joys retreated? |
| A63165 | What Charms can Musick not impart, That through the Ear finds passage to the Heart? |
| A63165 | s.n.,[ London? |
| A63060 | : s.n., 1675?] |
| A63060 | [ London? |
| A63060 | eng Playford, John, 1623- 1686? |
| A62934 | CAN Learning''s Orb, when such a Star Expires, No Notice take of it''s extinguish''d Fires? |
| A62934 | Can WASHINGTON from Britain''s Arms be torn, And not one British Muse his Hearse Adorn? |
| A62934 | Why moil, and ransack, for a Golden Mite Past Ages Rubbish till we lose our Sight? |
| A62934 | Why should we Ancient Arts steep Ruins Climb, And backward Trace the Painful Steps of Time? |
| A63031 | But who can make the Nation''s Sorrow known? |
| A63031 | How then can We our wonted Peace possess? |
| A63031 | How well has Asaph''s Muse our David stil''d? |
| A63031 | Is our Devotion for our Monarch, less? |
| A63031 | Our threatned Ruin, Who has then withstood? |
| A63031 | What Chance, what Fate, or what descending God? |
| A63031 | With what Convulsion must we speak the Fate, Which yet distracted Looks alone relate? |
| A62892 | All Rites perform''d, that to his Hearse belong, And no kind Bard provide the Funeral Song? |
| A62892 | What Numbers can his Character relate, Or as a Member of the Church or State? |
| A62892 | What could he not, with Prudence for his Guide, And Providence, in secret League Alli''d? |
| A62892 | Where shall she Write — The Husband, Father, Master, and the Friend? |
| A62892 | Where will the Chain of his just Praises end, Should Fame as far her Elogy extend? |
| A62892 | eng Marshall, Ralph, d. 1700? |
| A63086 | A Poet''s Genius should be all on Fire; What Extasies should his rais''d Soul inspire? |
| A63086 | For whom should her Consenting Votes engage But ASHHURST? |
| A63086 | How eccho back the Joy by Nations shown, Whose Breath wants Compass to express her Own? |
| A63086 | How, SHREWSBURY, for thy Return to State, And once more condescending to be Great, Shall my weak Muse assume the mighty Tone? |
| A63086 | Of Num''rous Worthies more our Lists can boast; But who has Breath to Count that Starry Host? |
| A63086 | On PEMBROOK, what can Court or State confer Beyond his Knowledge, or his Virtue''s Sphere? |
| A63086 | What charming Pomp such Transports can create? |
| A62857 | Death in All Shapes, with still Undaunted Brow, You There Confront — And shall He Triumph Now? |
| A62857 | Devotion, who shall teach thee now to Pray? |
| A62857 | For short- liv''d Comfort why such endless Care? |
| A62857 | Or when, in desp''rate Siege, o''er Bodies pil''d, He brav''d Destruction and on Danger smil''d? |
| A62857 | Said I a Daughter? |
| A62857 | Then what her Serious, what her Sacred Hours? |
| A62857 | To whom shall Meekness for Protection fly? |
| A62857 | To whom shall now her Infant Orphans cry? |
| A62857 | To whom shall shiv''ring Charity apply? |
| A62857 | When Mars and War''s lov''d Goddess sue in vain, What can Apollo, and his slighted Train? |
| A62857 | Where''s now the sprightly Air, whose radiant Light Through Clouds of Smoke distinguish''d Him in Fight? |
| A62857 | While thus the Goddess — — Why this wild Despair? |
| A62857 | whither wilt thou stray? |
| A62974 | Can we never know, In Wretchedness the outmost Sphere of Woe? |
| A62974 | For Pray''rs and Alms is no Compassion found? |
| A62974 | Immortal Pow''rs, can you behold, ungriev''d, Her Agonies, who Nations had reliev''d? |
| A62974 | Instruct me, Grief, unable to sustain Thy pressing Weight, to whom shall I Complain? |
| A62974 | So I at my own Happiness admir''d — Ah where are now those golden Dreams retir''d? |
| A62974 | To Earth or Skies? |
| A62974 | To Seas? |
| A62974 | What Colours shall express? |
| A62974 | What Pencil trace The Charms that did Her Conversation grace? |
| A62974 | What Tribute to Her Ashes can I give, Who only did by Her Indulgence live? |
| A62974 | what can Reason say? |
| A62974 | where is all that Heav''n of Pity Fled? |
| A63058 | But say, What prejudice had thence ensu''d, Had they receiv''d the separate Multitude? |
| A63058 | But tell me, did these Clouds the Faith invade, When first whole Nations were its Converts made? |
| A63058 | Can we so soon grow sick of Happiness, So soon suspect the Blessings we possess? |
| A63058 | How came the Persecuting Plague renew''d? |
| A63058 | How dismal were your State, ye murm''ring Race, Shou''d your own fatal Wishes once take place? |
| A63058 | How shall EUSEBIA then her self excuse, Whose Builders cou''d this Corner- stone refuse? |
| A63058 | Mistaken Politicks did some incense; And some found fault for honest Want of Sense; The frailer Souls( for when were Women wise?) |
| A63058 | Suppose a Milcher stoln, or Firstling stray''d? |
| A63058 | Then tell me, good Palaemon, whence this Cloud Of Discontent, that do''s our Morning shroud? |
| A63058 | Thy Crime? |
| A63058 | Was ever Shepherd yet a Foe to Peace, Or e''r repin''d to see his Flock increase? |
| A63058 | What Flock refuse to wait on such a Guide, Whose Truth and Courage has of old been try''d? |
| A63058 | What if a Lay- Man did the Priest Offend? |
| A63058 | When e''r did Priest to take Advantage fail? |
| A63058 | With Notes refin''d can I repair the Wrong, Or make him Restitution with a Song? |
| A63058 | Yet, since they squar''d by Rules of Sacred Writ Their Symbol, you to their Decrees submit? |
| A63058 | had the Passive Systeme no support, Beside the Cock''ril- Clergy of the Court? |
| A63058 | what Charm unseal their Eyes, Whom common Danger warns not to be Wise? |
| A63058 | what can Heav''n, and God- like Kings devise, For their Relief? |
| A63058 | when did Mischief in the State begin, Where Conscience did not for her share come in? |
| A62957 | And where''s the Statute that will ease afford? |
| A62957 | Are Laws that pass the Sanction of the Crown, Are they such Play- things for a Country- Town? |
| A62957 | Begin, my Muse, the Pleasures of the Wise, Serene Content, and unrepented Ease; Thy Noble Song who can neglect to hear? |
| A62957 | But tell me first, for you or none can tell, What God the mighty Science did reveal? |
| A62957 | For sure a God he was; less than Divine, How could such weighty Blessings flow from him? |
| A62957 | For tell me, Muse, by whom the Virtuous live, How lasting are the Bays that Poets give? |
| A62957 | For though but barely probable they were, How can our Reason with blind Fortune share? |
| A62957 | How does the fawning Courtier daily wait, Or those who follow Law, or Toys of State? |
| A62957 | How know ye Nero Rul''d? |
| A62957 | How long shall Guttemberg''s admired Name Survive and load the flagging wings of Fame? |
| A62957 | How shall I repay Those Blessings which thy Mercy throws away? |
| A62957 | Is Parian Marble press''d beneath thy feet, More beautiful than Flowers, or half so sweet? |
| A62957 | Or Water roaring through the bursting Lead, So pure as gliding in its easy Bed? |
| A62957 | Or how can it consist with Sence or Wit, For Human things such mighty hopes to slight? |
| A62957 | Or how that Rome Once held the Sovereign Reins, all Europe in a Town? |
| A62957 | Others the Carp and Tench before him place; But why? |
| A62957 | Such things we rather justly call Distress; For how agrees it with the Name of Ease? |
| A62957 | Such would I be, but if the Pow''rs design Me other Fate, Why Fortune is not mine? |
| A62957 | Tell me, Could Human force such Skill attain? |
| A62957 | Unpoach''d are all thy Streams, thy Meadows free, What Stream is worthy to compare with thee? |
| A62957 | What but fair Trent, that wheresoe''re she flows, Nature luxuriant in her favour shows? |
| A62957 | Why should the niggard Magistrate pretend To Charity? |
| A62957 | but here, can Sleep maintain( That slave in Courts) her soft Imperial Reign? |
| A62957 | how severely Nice Proud Caelia in her tatter ● d Mantua is? |
| A62957 | what Fortune''s so Divine, What Fate''s so safe or sweet as that of thine? |
| A40375 | And wherefore Sprinkled with the gushing bloud? |
| A40375 | And why the Shepherd by the Altar stood? |
| A40375 | And with rich Spices feed thy Altar''s flame: Why do we yearly Rites for thee prepare, Who tak''st of our affairs so little Care? |
| A40375 | As therefore from the Altar they retir''d, Our Gen''ral of the Native Prince enquir''d, To what dread Power these Off''rings did belong? |
| A40375 | Has Fate''s dark Store a Plague yet left, which we Have not sustain''d ev''n to Extremity? |
| A40375 | How vainly then do we project to keep Our Names remembred when our Bodies sleep? |
| A40375 | Or shall I rather think your Deity With envious Eyes our thriving Stock did see? |
| A40375 | Shall I relate what I my self beheld, Where Ollius stream with gentle plenty swell''d? |
| A40375 | That was not first to savage Arms a Prey, And do''s not yet more savage Laws obey? |
| A40375 | What fence, where poyson''s drawn with vitall Breath, And Father Air the Authour proves of Death? |
| A40375 | What man can with immortal Pow''rs compare? |
| A40375 | What meant that languishing infected Throng? |
| A40375 | What nook in Thee from barb''rous Rage is freed, And has not seen her captive Children bleed? |
| A40375 | Whence should that foul infectious Torment flow, But from the banefull source of all our wo? |
| A40375 | Where is thy boasted Empire of the World? |
| A40375 | Where now are all thy ancient Glories hurl''d? |
| A40375 | and how to be appeas''d, And last what Cure remain''d for the Diseas''d? |
| A40375 | how are we beguil''d Dull Bigots to pay Homage to thy Name? |
| A54620 | 60 Captains and Lieutenants of Horse, and 60 Captains of Foot? |
| A54620 | And how should Merchants have Stock, since Trade is prohibited and fetter''d by the Statutes of England? |
| A54620 | And why may not such be as responsible for executing just Sentences, as any other? |
| A54620 | And why may not the entire Kingdom of England be farther Cantoniz''d, and infinitely for the advantage of Parties? |
| A54620 | And why should they breed more Cattel, since''t is Penal to import them into England? |
| A54620 | But when should we rest from this great Industry? |
| A54620 | On the contrary, What did they ever get by accompanying their Lords into Rebellion against the English? |
| A54620 | Or why was there ever a Union between England and Wales, the good effects and fruits whereof were never questioned? |
| A54620 | What may be done by natural possibility, if Authority saw it sit? |
| A54620 | What should they have gotten if the late Rebellion had absolutely succeeded, but a more absolute Servitude? |
| A54620 | What then should we busie our selves about? |
| A54620 | and if so, why may not the Rents of the same be actually sent, without prejudice to the other three parts of the Interessors thereof? |
| A63046 | Can you then this fresh Regale deny?" |
| A63046 | From this Pirene, this Castalian Spring,"Exclude the Muses, And what Muse will sing?" |
| A63046 | How shall we speak thy complicated Pow''rs? |
| A63046 | Is''t thus you treat the Goddess of the Sea,"With Oozy Brine? |
| A63046 | MY Copy falling short, and the Printer asking, What shou''d be done with the following Pages? |
| A63046 | O Gods, is''t thus you treat industrious Wit?" |
| A63046 | O why should they, with Chymick Patience, wait"Their Work''s Perfection, to enrich the State?" |
| A63046 | Once to Immortals this Example show,"What will your Stubborn Mortals do Below?" |
| A63046 | Shall Royal Iuno''s Claim be disallow''d"To Tea? |
| A63046 | Shall Subject Goddesses with me contend?" |
| A63046 | Sons of Apelles, wou''d you draw the Face And Shape of Venus, and with equal Grace In some Elysian Field the Figure place? |
| A63046 | The Product of what Land? |
| A63046 | Tho''in your Looks I read a Senate''s Awe,"( How else should you the Publick Rev''rence draw?) |
| A63046 | When faint with Toil, through Phoebus scorching Beams,"My Nymphs and I retreat to shady Sreams,"Can the cold Spring a fit Refreshment be?" |
| A63046 | Who then but Beauty''s Goddess, can pretend"A Title to the Plant that''s Beauty''s Friend?" |
| A63046 | Why are those Eyes, than Stars more heav''nly bright, Condemn''d to shine with Temporary Light? |
| A63046 | Why should I our known Services repeat?" |
| A63046 | Why should th''Elysian Spring for ever last, And Thine be doom''d to Fate''s untimely Blast? |
| A63046 | Why should the Transports cease that never cloy? |
| A63046 | Why should these Lillies, why these Roses fade? |
| A63046 | You Artists of the Aesculapian Tribe, Wou''d you, like Aesculapius''s Self, Prescribe, Cure Maladies, and Maladies prevent? |
| A63046 | You Pleaders, who for Conquest at the Bar Contend as Fierce and Loud as Chiefs in War; Would you Amaze and Charm the list''ning Court? |
| A63046 | You that to Isis''s Bank, or Cam retreat, Wou''d you prove worthy Sons of either Seat, And All in Learning''s Commonwealth be Great? |
| A63046 | —"When happy Nymphs at Land rejoyce in Tea?" |
| A63046 | † But what if this was designed for Compliment? |
| A36680 | Against his Orders your Return from Tyre? |
| A36680 | And if th''imagin''d Guilt thus wound my Thought, What will it when the tragick Scene is wrought? |
| A36680 | And must I here my Ship- wrackt Arts bemoan? |
| A36680 | And when the Civil Furies are on wing That blind and undistinguisht Slaughters fling, Who knows what impious chance may reach the King? |
| A36680 | And with what Tyranny had we been curst, Had Corah never prov''d a Villain first? |
| A36680 | But, tell me, did the Drunken Patriot Bless The Son that shew''d his Father''s Nakedness? |
| A36680 | By Sanhedrims, and clam''rous Crowds, thus prest What passions rent the Righteous David''s Breast? |
| A36680 | Dar''st thou presume in verse to meet thy foes, Thou whom the Penny Pamphlet foil''d in prose? |
| A36680 | Did you for this expose your self to Show, And to the Crowd bow popularly low? |
| A36680 | For cou''d their Pride brook any Prince''s Sway, Whom but mild David wou''d they choose t''Obey? |
| A36680 | His Strength as yet in David''s Friendship lies, And what can David''s Self without Supplies? |
| A36680 | How are thy Honours and thy Fame betray''d, The Property of desp''rate Villains made? |
| A36680 | Must Ancient Failings be Examples made, Then Murtherers from Cain may learn their Trade? |
| A36680 | My Regal Pow''r how will my Foes resent, When I my Self have scarce my own Consent? |
| A36680 | My thoughts presum''d our labours at an End, And are we still with Conscience to contend? |
| A36680 | Nor onely so, but with a Pomp more high, And open Court of Popularity, The Factious Tribes — And this Reproof from Thee? |
| A36680 | On what Pretence cou''d then the Vulgar Rage Against his Worth, and native Rights engage? |
| A36680 | Slept the Old Pilot in so rough a Tide? |
| A36680 | The Charms of Empire might his Youth mis- lead, But what can our besotted Israel plead? |
| A36680 | What Form of Sway did David e''er persue That seem''d like Absolute but sprung from You? |
| A36680 | What Opposition can your Rival bring, While Sanhedrims are Jealous of the King? |
| A36680 | What Praise for such rich Strains shall we allow? |
| A36680 | What Tribute, Asaph, shall we render Thee? |
| A36680 | What have the Men of Hebron here to doe? |
| A36680 | What just Rewards the gratefull Crown bestow? |
| A36680 | What part in Israel''s promis''d Land have you? |
| A36680 | When shall we see expir''d Deceivers Sway, And credit what our God and Monarchs say? |
| A36680 | When will our Reasons long- charm''d Eyes unclose, And Israel judge between her Friends and Foes? |
| A36680 | Where Iudah, where was now, thy Lyons Roar? |
| A36680 | Whither will ungovern''d Senates drive, And to what Bounds licentious Votes arrive? |
| A36680 | Whose drenching Rains laid all our Vineyards waste? |
| A36680 | Why are my Thoughts upon a Crown employ''d, Which once obtain''d, can be but half Enjoy''d? |
| A36680 | Your single Interest with the Nation weigh''d, And turn''d the Scale where your Desires were laid? |
| A36680 | Your trivial Faults if he could so resent, To doom you little less than Banishment, What rage must your Presumption Since inspire? |
| A36680 | or Skeletons produce The Vital Warmth of Cuckoldizing Juice? |
| A34619 | After all this my Lords, what reason can they have to detain this Prince in Prison? |
| A34619 | And who is there that can endure that the least suspicion of a Crime should intermix with so much Glory? |
| A34619 | Are not his Victories the greatest part of this Malicious Accusation? |
| A34619 | Are they excepted in the Declaration, that no body shall be arrested, but they shall be immediately brought to their Trial? |
| A34619 | At what time he was proffer''d advantages enough to have tempted the most regular Person in the world? |
| A34619 | But are these sorts of Politicks to be attributed peculiarly to the Prince of Conde? |
| A34619 | But having experimented the contrary in the Affair of Provence, was it not very proper to alter such a dangerous Method? |
| A34619 | But how easie a thing is it to demonstrate the contrary to all the world by recent Examples? |
| A34619 | But is there no danger, said his Highness, do not dissemble it? |
| A34619 | But understanding all was in good earnest, Is this then the Recompence( said he) of 〈 ◊ 〉 Fidelity and Services? |
| A34619 | By what Motives either just, or so appearing? |
| A34619 | Did he not perform what he promis''d? |
| A34619 | Do not all Histories furnish us with examples of different Conducts, in causing Revolted People to lay down their Arms? |
| A34619 | Do we not well know that he has endeavour''d to ruine that part of the Kingdom, to gratify the revenge of the Duke of Espernon? |
| A34619 | Do you believe that Cardinal Mazarine, so soon as opportunity offers, will be more favourable to several of yo ● r Assembly, then to the Prince? |
| A34619 | Does Honour permit me to serve is your Forces under another, after having Commanded them all for so long a time? |
| A34619 | For can we speak of the Insurrections in Gui ● ● ● ●, without believing him to be the cause of all those Disorders? |
| A34619 | For what reason should the Laws be less favourable to the Princes, then to the King''s meaner Subjects? |
| A34619 | Had he been possest with such a vehement desire of Sovereignty, would he not have declar''d for the Parisian Party? |
| A34619 | Had it not been also within this litt ● e while, in the House of M ● ntmorency, over the Head of his Father, and Great Great Grandfather? |
| A34619 | Had it not been enjoy''d by Iames of Bourbon, Charles of Bourbon, and I ● hn of Bourbon? |
| A34619 | Had the Dignity been a Novelty in the Nation? |
| A34619 | Has he not kept his Word? |
| A34619 | How long is it that men have been the proper Judges of Intentions? |
| A34619 | If he had any Authority in the Army, did he not make use of it for the King''s Service? |
| A34619 | If they are just, why do you not cause''em to be exactly observ''d? |
| A34619 | Is not this the Prince''s Crime? |
| A34619 | Is this his having a desire of Grandeur deeply engrav''d in his heart, never to make use of the Opportunities when they present themselves? |
| A34619 | Now when was it, that the Prince displai''d these marks of an ambition so irregular? |
| A34619 | Now would your Lordships know why this Crime was pas ● over in silence? |
| A34619 | O ● upon what Foundation can they ground their Apprehensions of his Power? |
| A34619 | Rather what apparent proofs has he not given of the contrary but very lately? |
| A34619 | Was he not accomplish''d with all things necessary to authorize it? |
| A34619 | What Disorder can his Liberty procure to the State? |
| A34619 | What could make this Demand so Criminal a piece of Business? |
| A34619 | What is it your Highness designs then I should do ● ere? |
| A34619 | What more favourable Opportunity could the Prince have expected to display his Ambition? |
| A34619 | When did he make use of his Power to lessen the Queen''s? |
| A34619 | Who can relie for the future upon your Decrees? |
| A34619 | Who could blame so generous a Design, so advantageous for the Kingdom, and so honourable for the Prince? |
| A34619 | Who was ever accus''d of passionately desiring a thing, who refus''d it when''t was proffer''d him? |
| A34619 | With what black and sooty Colours do they besmear the Protection which he gave to the Marriage of the Duke of Richlieu? |
| A34619 | and that he should represent it to the Court, that the disorders in Guyenne would be more easily appeas''d by ways of mildness and moderation? |
| A34619 | had not the Prince''s Arm perform''d great Actions anow to bea ● that Sword? |
| A34619 | has he not preserv''d this Minister maugre all France, and supported him almost against all the Provinces of the Kingdom? |
| A34619 | have we seen the Provinces where he had any Credit in Uproar and Tumult, like those of Guienne and Provence? |
| A34619 | was not his Birth sufficiently illustrious? |
| A34619 | what are the Laws it is govern''d by? |
| A34619 | what is the Supream Marine Council which is there settl''d? |
| A34619 | what is the Trade which it drives? |
| A34619 | what is their Herring- fishing, and the great v ● nt they have for that Commodity? |
| A34619 | when did he ever foment Divisions? |
| A62987 | 1 P. Complaining Man, hast thou thy Christ deny''d? |
| A62987 | A common Friend condoles his Friend in Woe, What therefore should a tender Lover do? |
| A62987 | ANother Day is past — But can I say, That I have Liv''d, not lost another Day? |
| A62987 | And do I Live another day to view? |
| A62987 | And if before his Breath the Cedars yield, How shall such Shrubs as we maintain the Field? |
| A62987 | And shall I quarrel with my Fate, when God Afflicts me but to guide me with his Rod The sacred Path which all the Blest have trod? |
| A62987 | Are those I can not shun so few or slight, That fond of Ruin I would more invite? |
| A62987 | Behold these Lineaments disguis''d with Woe, If thou again this alter''d Face canst know? |
| A62987 | Can Death so dreadful as this Change appear? |
| A62987 | Dismantled on the Current''s Verge he stood, Then smote, and cry''d, — Where''s now Elijah''s God? |
| A62987 | Hark, I hear my Shepherd call away, And in a kind complaining Accent, say, Why does my Soul thus stray? |
| A62987 | How can''st thou hope t''escape those foreign Harms, Who thus against thy self turn''st thy defensive Arms? |
| A62987 | How long defile thy Temple, and usurp thy Right? |
| A62987 | How long with Anger burn, and fiery Jealousy? |
| A62987 | How must he grieve, thy empty Forms to see? |
| A62987 | How place my Scepter e''er my Sword I Sheath?" |
| A62987 | How shall my Soul its Motions guide, How shall I stem the various Tide, Whilst Faith and Doubt my lab''ring Thoughts divide? |
| A62987 | How various( Lord) they Works are found? |
| A62987 | How will it all thy hopes defeat, To see thy Sins increas''d by Prayers, Which only could their force abate? |
| A62987 | How will it swell thy final Cares? |
| A62987 | I hear and thank my kind Remembrancer, Flow, flow, my Tears, O when will you begin? |
| A62987 | If no Delights are to be found above, What shall I seek on Earth, what shall I Love? |
| A62987 | If now to Heav''n''s so difficult the Road, What must it be with Wealth''s incumbring Load? |
| A62987 | If then such Pillars sink beneath his Hand, On what support can we, frail Rafters, stand? |
| A62987 | If then''t is Glorious to pursue His great Example, what must be your Due, — Who Dy''d for him, before he Dy''d for you? |
| A62987 | Methinks, I hear him Call too from the Tree, Ungrateful Wretch, were these Wounds made for Thee, Who both deny''dst me and betray''d me too? |
| A62987 | NOW that the Sun hath veil''d his Light, And bid the World good Night; To the soft Bed my Body I dispose, But where shall my Soul repose? |
| A62987 | No Vision from Above? |
| A62987 | No; Who can have Eyes for such a Scene of Woe? |
| A62987 | Nymphs of the Flood, how truly blest are you? |
| A62987 | O Faithless Main, that with so calm a Brow Dost smile, — how rough and boist''rous wilt thou grow? |
| A62987 | Or have you lavish''d all your Love away On my past Years — Reserv''d no Kindness for my latest Day? |
| A62987 | Or shall Assyrian Troops the Siege renew,"And Rabsheka''s blaspheming Threats prove True? |
| A62987 | SHall I complain? |
| A62987 | Shall Israel''s Ten Apostate Tribes, their King"To Sion''s Tow''r, and worse —"Unhallow''d Idols to the Temple bring?" |
| A62987 | TEll me some pitying Angel, quickly say Where does my Soul''s sweet Darling stray, In Tygers, or more cruel Herod''s Way? |
| A62987 | That Realm how shall I orderly bequeath,"E''er Wars Alarms afford me time to breath?" |
| A62987 | The Judge ascends his awful Throne; But when he makes all Secrets known, How will a Guilty Face be shown? |
| A62987 | Then to whose Altar should I now repair, But Thine, who only canst redress my Care? |
| A62987 | They shake their Heads,& with dejected Eye, The feeble Motion of my Pulse they try: But what''s the wise Result of all their Art? |
| A62987 | This impetuous Air? |
| A62987 | Thou God of Mercy and of Love How long wilt thou remove Thy dearest Attributes from Thee? |
| A62987 | WHat''s Innocence? |
| A62987 | WHat''s worldly Empire, Pomp& Pow''r? |
| A62987 | Was it a waking Dream that did foretel Thy wondrous Birth? |
| A62987 | Were then thy Oaths of Love, but flatt''ring Wind? |
| A62987 | What Intercessor shall I take, To save my last important stake; When the most Just have cause to quake? |
| A62987 | What Son of Hell and Darkness dare molest This awful Saint, scarce warm yet on my Breast? |
| A62987 | What are the Breezes there, each flatt''ring Wind, But those dissembling Passions of my Mind? |
| A62987 | What guilty Blushes wounded Conscience wears See how it starts lash''d with its secret Fears? |
| A62987 | What happy Zeal thy Spirit did inspire, That''midst thy Tears could kindle so much fire? |
| A62987 | What mean these Terrors? |
| A62987 | When Justice shall her Sword unsheath, How will they Curse their second Breath, Who rise to a severer Death? |
| A62987 | When in such Terms the Royal Saint had mourn''d, His Face, bedew''d with Tears, he meekly turn''d, Turn''d to the Wall: Why thither? |
| A62987 | When the sad Mind its sober thoughts emploies, And finds it self born for Eternal Joys, How Earth''s unmanly, short Delights displease? |
| A62987 | Where''s Gabriel now that visited my Cell? |
| A62987 | Who knows if it were Musical, Or cou''d not judge of Sounds at all? |
| A62987 | Who wou''d not choose to pass his brazen Gate, If such fierce Blessings must on Rapture wait? |
| A62987 | Why did I not, when first my Mothers Womb Discharg''d me thence, drop down into my Tomb? |
| A62987 | Why should I grieve for what I suffer here? |
| A62987 | Why, fairest Object of my Love, Why dost Thou from my longing Eyes remove? |
| A62987 | couldst thou know me sick to this degree, And yet so long defer to visit me? |
| A62987 | or silently depart? |
| A62987 | to whom Resign?" |
| A62987 | what After- pangs will This create, When sober Thoughts the sinful Act debate? |
| A62987 | what ails this Heart? |
| A62987 | what can not warm Religion dare? |
| A62987 | what could a private Master do?" |
| A62987 | where have I been, Since first I wander''d in the maze of Sin? |
| A63095 | ''T is strange to see that Frozen Head Such Plenteous Moysture shed; Whence can this Stream be fed? |
| A63095 | ( if Happiness be ought Beside a wild Chimaera in the Thought) To what close Nook ar''t Thou confin''d? |
| A63095 | Ah have I then no more than this t''expect? |
| A63095 | Already summon''d to their Pleasant Toyl Th''Inhabitants o''th''open Soyl? |
| A63095 | Are you not hurt? |
| A63095 | B. Eternal Cronies how cou''d you fall out? |
| A63095 | BY what wild Frenzy was I Led, That with a Muse I needs must We d? |
| A63095 | Bless me( said I) what ghastly thing lies there? |
| A63095 | But are this Courts Proceedings so severe, That Youth can Challenge no Indulgence Here? |
| A63095 | But tell me, are you serious Swain, or no? |
| A63095 | But why fond Love wilt thou make choice Of my untaught and grating Voice? |
| A63095 | CAnst Thou in Dungeons smother up that Pelf That''s dearer to thee than thy Self? |
| A63095 | Can Cramps, Catharrs, and Palsies be Such ravishing Company, That thou shou''d''st mourn the Loss of their Society? |
| A63095 | Can Nature''s plenteous Board Spread wide from Pole to Pole, Sufficient Cates afford To Satiate or Delude one Craving Soul? |
| A63095 | Can envious Fiends a Penalty invent That shall than Loath''d Embraces more Torment? |
| A63095 | Canst thou produce one Evidence, Or plausible Pretence, Thy boasted Reason to Evince? |
| A63095 | Claius COme Coridon, Sit by me gentle Swain; Thy Cheek is pale: Speak Shepheard, where''s thy Pain? |
| A63095 | Do''s the false Nymph — The VVages you so dearly Earn''d refuse? |
| A63095 | Dream I? |
| A63095 | Have I guest right, and toucht the tender Part? |
| A63095 | How dismall are the Perills we engage VVhen( grown t''a Hurricane) Our boist''rous Passions Rouze the sleeping Main? |
| A63095 | How long since I did meditate Of Life, of Death, and Future state? |
| A63095 | How wretched is the Lover''s State, Prest on all sides with some hard Fate? |
| A63095 | I''th''narrowest walk of a close Grove, Whom shou''d I chance to meet but Love? |
| A63095 | If Beauty''s Force too rashly you despise,''T is Odds but you are ruin''d by Surprize: Wou''d you live free from Female Tyranny? |
| A63095 | If Life''s at best a tedious rugged Road, What must it be with Grandieur''s cumbring Load? |
| A63095 | If as a Laick- Lover ought I act, What canst thou more from me expect, Who am not gifted for a Teacher in the Sect? |
| A63095 | Into this Viol let it fall — See, Iulia, how it sparkles through? |
| A63095 | Is''t not enough inhumane Maid, That we are by thy Wiles betray''d, But you your Treach''ry must employ, The Floods Inhabitants to destroy? |
| A63095 | Kind Shepheard, cou''d you Life Despise, And Bleed at Sylvia''s Obsequies? |
| A63095 | Not weep false Shepheard? |
| A63095 | OBserve that Pile of skulls, but chiefly There That mossye skull Survey: Do''s the sage Front display Plots, Projects, and nocturall Care? |
| A63095 | Or say, Thou didst in our Loose Age, On her forsaken Side Engage, Wouldst Thou the dear Remembrance now, For the Worlds Monarchie Forgoe? |
| A63095 | Put stay, why shou''d I mournfully recite My Grievances, to Fright The feather''d Poets of these Streams? |
| A63095 | So wild a Prey why shou''d I Trace That yields no Pleasure in the Chase? |
| A63095 | Some fresh Doxie? |
| A63095 | Speak, what? |
| A63095 | That ere this Peaceful Bard, and gentle Muse, Cou''d Bicker thus, and mutually accuse? |
| A63095 | Thus spake She with a forc''t frown on her Brow, Will you be gone? |
| A63095 | To Deserts Others have Retir''d, And pensive there in Caves expir''d, What Place or Age or Sex is free From this Usurper''s Tyranny? |
| A63095 | VVhere is the Lawless Hectring Brave That from th''Arrest of Death can save? |
| A63095 | WHat cheer my Mates? |
| A63095 | WHat tho th''unweary''d Sun Already has his Race begun? |
| A63095 | WHy Weeps my Sylvia, prethee why? |
| A63095 | Was this the Mansion where so many a year, I lingred''twixt successive Hope and Fear? |
| A63095 | Was this the Thing I took such Care t''improve, Taught it to Cringe, and in just measures move? |
| A63095 | What Comfort in his Lustre can I find, If yet no cheerful Glimpse begin A Glorious Morn Within, But Mists and Darkness still oppress my Mind? |
| A63095 | What Crimes can I have wrought t''enforce This suddain and severe Divorce? |
| A63095 | What Desert''s this? |
| A63095 | What Frenzy haunts thy Mind, And drives Thee on this vile Design, T''affront all Woman- kind? |
| A63095 | What Glympse was that which struck my Eye From yonder Skie? |
| A63095 | What Inconvenience give, Which Thou''rt exempted from Alive? |
| A63095 | What Pleasures can the Grave deprive Thy Senses of? |
| A63095 | What Sound is That? |
| A63095 | What can thy Patron Vice enough Conferr On his officious zealous Oratour? |
| A63095 | What means this Unexpected Bliss, A Bliss which I so oft in Vain Have crav''d, and now unaskt obtain? |
| A63095 | What means( Amintas smiling said) This Rage? |
| A63095 | What meant that Suddain blush and start? |
| A63095 | What other Medicine canst Thou find T''asswage the Feavour in thy mind? |
| A63095 | What therefore must your Entertainment be That have profest Hostility? |
| A63095 | What tho it''s raging Waters roar, And swell in Mountains vast as those Which the profound Gulf gorg''d before? |
| A63095 | What tho the Sea, whose most capacious Womb Gave the Subverted Hills a Tomb? |
| A63095 | What wou''d they do, If( as they see their open Loves) their private Feuds They knew? |
| A63095 | What? |
| A63095 | Whilst shrouded in this marble Cell I Lye, What can be more Commodious than to Dye? |
| A63095 | Who wou''d have sought that Head- piece in this Throng? |
| A63095 | Why therefore Shepheard are you not possest? |
| A63095 | Yet with what Trouble and Debate The owner holds this poor Estate? |
| A63095 | Your Poems? |
| A63095 | a dreadful Space) The World has us''d Thee ill, Abus''d Thee to Thy Face; And Doatard canst Thou still Sollicite her Embrace? |
| A63095 | are you Serious? |
| A63095 | can ye hear this and Forgive? |
| A63095 | false Strephon, will you go? |
| A63095 | or is''t a real Prodigy? |
| A63095 | the crazy doating Fool? |
| A63095 | who''d Credit that Surveys, Th''Amours and Dalliance of their Youthful Dayes? |
| A63095 | why were you so Rash?) |
| A63095 | — If we''l lay claim, From these Performances, to Fame, Where will the Catalogue of our Praises end? |
| A37239 | Again; How can she sev''ral Bodies know, If in her self a Body''s Form she bear? |
| A37239 | All Bodies have their Measure, and their Space; But who can draw the Soul''s dimensive Lines? |
| A37239 | And if her Pow''rs be dead, then what is she? |
| A37239 | And why did God in Man this Soul infuse, But that he should his Maker know and love? |
| A37239 | Are not Souls within themselves corrupted? |
| A37239 | As if most Skill in that Musician were, Which had the best, and best tun''d Instrument? |
| A37239 | As if the Pensil neat, and Colours clear, Had Pow''r to make the Painter excellent? |
| A37239 | BVT how shall we this Vnion well express? |
| A37239 | But how, till then, shall she her self employ? |
| A37239 | But since the Brain doth lodge the Pow''rs of Sense, How makes it in the Heart those Passions spring? |
| A37239 | Could Sense make Marius sit unbound, and prove The cruel Lancing of the knotty Gout? |
| A37239 | Could any Pow''r of Sense the Roman move, To burn his own Right Hand with Courage stout? |
| A37239 | Do not we still taste of the Fruit forbid, While with fond fruitless Curiosity, In Books prophane we seek for Knowledge hid? |
| A37239 | Do you then think this Moral Virtue good? |
| A37239 | Doth not the Soul wax old? |
| A37239 | For her true Form, how can my Spark discern, Which, dim by Nature, Art did never clear? |
| A37239 | For how may we to Other Things attain, When none of us his own Soul understands? |
| A37239 | For what is Man without a moving Mind, Which hath a judging Wit, and chusing Will? |
| A37239 | For who did ever yet, in Honour, Wealth, Or Pleasure of the Sense, Contentment find? |
| A37239 | For, how can that be false, which ev''ry Tongue Of ev''ry mortal Man affirms for true? |
| A37239 | For, what, say they? |
| A37239 | How can a Mirror sundry Faces show, If from all Shapes and Forms it be not clear? |
| A37239 | How can there Idiots then by Nature be? |
| A37239 | How can we say that God the Soul doth make, But we must make him Author of her Sin? |
| A37239 | How comes it then that Aged Men do dote; And that their Brains grow sottish, dull and cold, Which were in Youth the only Spirits of note? |
| A37239 | How is it that some Wits are interrupted, That now they dazled are, now clearly see? |
| A37239 | IF she doth then the subtile Sense excel, How gross are they that drown her in the Blood? |
| A37239 | In fine; What is it, but the fiery Coach Which the Youth sought, and sought his Death withal? |
| A37239 | Must Virtue be preserved by a Lye? |
| A37239 | Now, if Love be compell''d, and can not chuse, How can it grateful, or thank- worthy prove? |
| A37239 | Or having Wisdom, was not vex''d in Mind? |
| A37239 | Or how could she the World''s great Shape contain, And in our narrow Breasts contained be? |
| A37239 | Or in the Body''s Humours temper''d well; As if in them such high Perfection stood? |
| A37239 | Or the Boy''s Wings, which, when he did approach The Sun''s hot Beams, did melt and let him fall? |
| A37239 | Or the false Pails, which oft being fill''d with pain, Receiv''d the Water, but retain''d it not? |
| A37239 | Or what do those which get, and can not keep? |
| A37239 | See how Man''s Soul against it self doth strive: Why should we not have other Means to know? |
| A37239 | Sense thinks the Lightning born before the Thunder: What tells us then they both together are? |
| A37239 | Sense thinks the Planets Spheres not much asunder: What tells us then their Distance is so far? |
| A37239 | Since Nature fails us in no needful thing, Why want I Means my inward Self to see? |
| A37239 | The divers Forms of things how can we learn, That have been ever from our Birth- day blind? |
| A37239 | Then what do those poor Souls, which nothing get? |
| A37239 | WHY did my Parents send me to the Schools, That I with Knowledge might enrich my Mind? |
| A37239 | Were she a Body, how could she remain Within this Body, which is less than she? |
| A37239 | What Alchymist can draw, with all his Skill, The Quintessence of these out of the Mind? |
| A37239 | What Jewels, and what Riches hast thou there? |
| A37239 | What do we? |
| A37239 | What heav''nly Treasure in so weak a Chest? |
| A37239 | What is it then that doth the Sense accuse, Both of false Judgment, and fond Appetites? |
| A37239 | What is it, but the Cloud of empty Rain, Which, when Jove''s Guest embrac''d, he Monsters got? |
| A37239 | What makes us do what Sense doth most refuse, Which oft in Torment of the Sense delights? |
| A37239 | What? |
| A37239 | When Men seem Crows far off upon a Tow''r, Sense saith, they''re Crows: What makes us think them Men? |
| A37239 | When we, in Agues, think all sweet things sowre, What makes us know our Tongue''s false Judgment then? |
| A37239 | Who can in Memory, or Wit, or Will, Or Air, or Fire, or Earth, or Water find? |
| A37239 | Who ever ceas''d to wish, when he had Health? |
| A37239 | Why doth not Beauty then resine the Wit, And good Complexion rectify the Will? |
| A37239 | Why doth not Health bring Wisdom still with it? |
| A37239 | Why may they not retain this Privilege? |
| A37239 | With what Delight are we touch''d in hearing the Stories of Hercules, Achilles, Cyrus, and Aeneas? |
| A37239 | what dost thou bear, Lock''d up within the Casket of thy Breast? |
| A28287 | ( goes he on) there needed not this last Affliction; why wou''d you have me still preserve a Life so full of Woes and Griefs? |
| A28287 | ( replies Clitie, interrupting him) do you so daringly tell me you love, and not believe you offend me? |
| A28287 | ( replies the Princess) is not Darbelle married in Florence? |
| A28287 | ( said he) was ever any Misery like to mine? |
| A28287 | ( says she to her) What can we think of this Affair? |
| A28287 | ( wou''d he say) was''t not enough for thee to murder Amasis, and make me the wretched Executioner, but you must seek my Blood? |
| A28287 | And are your Resolutions firm to the Design? |
| A28287 | And cou''d you look on and suffer it? |
| A28287 | And curst Adraste, what more hellish Devil cou''d make thee tell me that thou sawest him married? |
| A28287 | And do you not apprehend all that she has told you of my yesterdays Visit to be but a Love- mystery, whereby I flatter my self to make some advantage? |
| A28287 | And think you,''t is not much better to cast off her Chains than continue in them as you do, who are but a Fool the while? |
| A28287 | And thy too much Constancy has been the Cause of all thy sad Misfortunes? |
| A28287 | And to what end dost thou indulge thy own Destruction? |
| A28287 | And wherefore do you take the parts of Darbelle and Amasis against me, who were so opposite in all things( during their Lives) to one another? |
| A28287 | And who were they that did attempt our Lives? |
| A28287 | And( in a word) was he not establish''d in that Place with hopes to spend the remainder of his days there? |
| A28287 | But why do I complain? |
| A28287 | But( answers La Rock) how if after all this, Clitie shou''d be true, and love you yet more than she ever did? |
| A28287 | Can Heaven be Heaven? |
| A28287 | Can it be the Throne of Mercy, and yet not shew one glimpse of it to me? |
| A28287 | Can it be( answer''d she) that what you tell me now is Truth? |
| A28287 | Can she be constant only to my Miseries? |
| A28287 | Can she have any Vengeance yet in store? |
| A28287 | Darbelle seeing himself alone with the Princess, took up the Discourse, and said to her; Where are those happy minutes, Madam? |
| A28287 | Darbelle — at that word the Princess started, as at some horrid sight, Proceed( says she) What of Darbelle? |
| A28287 | Darbelle, with a scornful smile, return''d, Why dost thou talk of things impossible? |
| A28287 | Have you an Art to bribe the Destinies? |
| A28287 | How are you sure that none has dog''d you hither? |
| A28287 | How far have you banished from me, which you said you wou''d employ upon all occasions to see and speak to me? |
| A28287 | How has thy Love blinded thee to make a second Venture, when thy first cost thee so dear? |
| A28287 | IS it a Dream or a Truth( most divine Clitie) that I am absent from you? |
| A28287 | Is Clitie dead? |
| A28287 | Is he dead, or is he taken? |
| A28287 | Is he not Favourite to the Grand Duke? |
| A28287 | Is it because that since their Deaths they are reconcil''d in the other World, and have order''d you to come and tell me their Injuries in this? |
| A28287 | Is it of me she spoke? |
| A28287 | Is it true( answered Darbelle coldly) that you have received such Treatment? |
| A28287 | Is she false? |
| A28287 | Is there not some other Darbelle who lov''d her? |
| A28287 | La Rock had no sooner spoke this, but Darbelle gave a lamentable Groan, and said; O Heavens then is the unjust Clitie married? |
| A28287 | Must I be still the Mark at which you level all your Vengeance? |
| A28287 | My dearest Child,( says he) why will you let your aged Father pine and mourn away, his few days left him, in Grief and Sorrows, and not ease his Pain? |
| A28287 | Or can you change an immutable Decree? |
| A28287 | Or if she has, Why does she thus by piece- meals deal it out? |
| A28287 | Phillis the doom I''m sentenc''d to bear, And ever to love, yet ever despair? |
| A28287 | Speak( ungrateful fair) and tell me why you have so unworthily deserted me? |
| A28287 | That Tortures shou''d spring from a Fountain of Joy? |
| A28287 | Then stepping to Darbelle, he in an angry tone, ask''d him how he dar''d appear before a King so much incens''d? |
| A28287 | They wou''d accuse a Heart( less barbarous than yours) of Love? |
| A28287 | Tho now you may imagine you are safe enough, who knows what may happen? |
| A28287 | To what purpose dost thou pursue thy passion, when it leads thee to thy Ruine? |
| A28287 | Well then( says Darbelle) what news from Hell? |
| A28287 | What Demon( envious of our Loves) contriv''d such false Reports? |
| A28287 | What Devil was assisting at his Death, that yet inspir''d him to deceive, even to the Grave? |
| A28287 | What Plagues, what Torture, Death, what Hell it self has Punishment enough to give thee? |
| A28287 | What Punishment can he think he deserves not? |
| A28287 | What a foolish Man art thou to be so faithful to one who has so little deserv''d it? |
| A28287 | What have I done since that time and what Crime have I been guilty of that you shou''d run the hazard of your life to shun my presence? |
| A28287 | What is it( says she to her self) that I have just now heard concerning Darbelle and Amasis? |
| A28287 | What is reserv''d in all the power of Heaven to ease thy Sufferings? |
| A28287 | What more than savage Beast cou''d do so barbarous an Act? |
| A28287 | What shall I do? |
| A28287 | What then unhappy thing wilt thou do? |
| A28287 | What was that She- Devil''s Design? |
| A28287 | What wou''d you( ungrateful as you are, replies Darbelle) kill him yet a second time? |
| A28287 | When he came to him( says he) Adraste, have you well consider''d what I told you last? |
| A28287 | When will the Dregs of all its wrathful Malice be poured out? |
| A28287 | Wherefore( says Darbelle to La Rock) does she tell me of Death, Marriage, and Falshood? |
| A28287 | Who has betray''d us? |
| A28287 | and may I be assur''d''t is not some Phantome that represents it self to me? |
| A28287 | and what will become of me? |
| A28287 | and whither is your Patience flown? |
| A28287 | are you not envious of the happiness I have? |
| A28287 | how cruel are you thus not to understand me, and apprehend I love? |
| A28287 | how do poor 〈 ◊ 〉 deceive themselves, when they imagine the sound of their Beloved''s Name will ease their Sorrows? |
| A28287 | how have I deserv''d this usage? |
| A28287 | in short, What is become of her? |
| A28287 | is it your self that I see? |
| A28287 | what avails it to complain to Heaven, who, as they are just, ought not to take thy part? |
| A28287 | what may be the cause of all these Tears you shed? |
| A28287 | what shall I do, if Clitie be dead? |
| A28287 | what will become of me? |
| A28287 | when will thy cruel Destiny have done? |
| A28287 | why name I you who silently look on and see the Sport and Reaks my Fortune plays me? |
| A28287 | wou''d you no longer love Clitie? |
| A27952 | 10. Who is this King of Glory? |
| A27952 | 129. Who can express how wonderful Thy Testimonies are? |
| A27952 | 16. Who will appear in my behalf, When wicked Men invade? |
| A27952 | 31. Who then deserves to be ador''d, But God, on whom my Hopes depend? |
| A27952 | 5. Who can the wond''rous Works recount, Which thou, O God, for us hast wrought? |
| A27952 | 8. Who is this King of Glory? |
| A27952 | And does not Grief my Heart oppress, When Reprobates thy Laws transgress? |
| A27952 | And insolently speak? |
| A27952 | And not the Searcher of all Hearts The treach''rous Crime explore? |
| A27952 | And on thy patient Breast When Vengeance calls to stretch it forth, So calmly let''st it rest? |
| A27952 | And where his promis''d Aid? |
| A27952 | And wilt not thou, of these our Hosts, The happy Guidance take? |
| A27952 | Are both his Mercy and his Truth Re ● ir''d to endless Night? |
| A27952 | But are those Workers of Deceit So dull and senseless grown, That they like Bread my People eat, And God''s just Pow''r disown? |
| A27952 | But can these Workers of Deceit Be all so dull and senseless grown? |
| A27952 | But for himself this Lord of All One chosen Seat design''d; O who shall to that Sacred Hill Deserv''d Admittance find? |
| A27952 | But to the Wicked thus saith God, How dar''st thou teach my Laws abroad, Or in thy Mouth my Cov''nant take? |
| A27952 | But what frail Man observes, how of ● He does from Vertue fall? |
| A27952 | But wherefore( tho the Honour''s great) Should this, ye Mountains swell your Pride? |
| A27952 | But who shall quell these mighty Pow''rs And me possess of Edom''s Tow''rs? |
| A27952 | But who thy Anger''s dread Effects Does as he ought revere? |
| A27952 | But, Lord, for me, I only crave The Treasure of thy Grace? |
| A27952 | But, Lord, how long wilt thou permit Th''insulting Foe to boast? |
| A27952 | By Night I recollect my Songs On former Triumphs made, Then search, consult and ask my Heart Where''s now that wond''rous Aid? |
| A27952 | By whose Support and Aid shall I Their well- fenc''d Towns invade? |
| A27952 | Can his long- practis''d Love forget Its wonted Aids to bring? |
| A27952 | Can silent Ashes speak thy Praise, Thy wond''rous Truth recite? |
| A27952 | Consider, Lord, how short a space Thou dost for Mortal Life ordain; No Method to prolong the Race, But loading it with Grief and Pain? |
| A27952 | For why shouldst Thou be angry still, And Wrath so long retain? |
| A27952 | From Death restore thy Praise to sing, Whom thou from Prison wouldst not bring? |
| A27952 | God of my Strength, how long shall I Like one forgotten mourn? |
| A27952 | God to his King Deliv''rance sends; Shews his Anointed signal Grace? |
| A27952 | HOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord? |
| A27952 | Has God for ever cast us off, Withrawn his Favour quite? |
| A27952 | Has he in Wrath shut up and seal''d His Mercy''s healing Spring? |
| A27952 | He smote the Flinty Rock(''t is true) And gushing Streams ensu''d, But can He Corn and Flesh provide For such a Multitude? |
| A27952 | How dare you then unjustly judge, Or be to Sinners kind? |
| A27952 | How long my Enemies insult, And I have no Redress? |
| A27952 | How long shall anxious Thoughts my Soul, And Grief my Heart oppress? |
| A27952 | How long shall we thy Absence mourn? |
| A27952 | How long their wicked Actions boast? |
| A27952 | How long will ye contrive my Fall? |
| A27952 | How long will ye, O Sons of Men, To blot my Fame devise? |
| A27952 | How long wilt Thou be angry, Lord, Must we for ever mourn? |
| A27952 | How long wilt thou withdraw from me? |
| A27952 | How long your vain Designs pursue, And spread malicious Lies? |
| A27952 | How long, O Lord, shall sinful Men Their solemn Triumphs make? |
| A27952 | How many are thy Servant''s Days? |
| A27952 | How oft did they provoke h ● m there, How oft his Patience grieve, In that same Desart where he did Their fainting Souls relieve? |
| A27952 | How shall I then expect to be From Libels of Lewd Drunkards free? |
| A27952 | How shall the young preserve their Ways From vile Pollutions free? |
| A27952 | How shall their Sorrows be increas''d, Who other Gods adore? |
| A27952 | How shall we tune our Voice to sing? |
| A27952 | How will they tremble then for Fear, When his just Wrath shall them o''ertake? |
| A27952 | If God, the Righteous whom he loves For Trial does correct; What must the Sons of Violence, Whom he abhors, expect? |
| A27952 | If but in part his Anger rise, Who can endure its Flame? |
| A27952 | In Folly will you still proceed, And Wisdom never learn? |
| A27952 | LOrd, who''s the happy Man that may To thy blest Courts repair? |
| A27952 | Let Infidels, that scoffing say, Where is the God they boast? |
| A27952 | Lord God of Armies, who can boast Of Strength or Pow''r ● like thine, r ● nown''d? |
| A27952 | Lord, by how many Ties must I To thy Obedience bow? |
| A27952 | Lord, hate I not their impious Crew Who Thee with Enmity pursue? |
| A27952 | Lord, what''s in Man that Thee should move Such tender Care of him to take? |
| A27952 | Lord, wilt not thou assist our Arms, Tho late thou didst forsake? |
| A27952 | MY God, my God, why leav''st thou me When I with Anguish faint? |
| A27952 | Must I for ever mourn? |
| A27952 | Must we submit to their Commands? |
| A27952 | My Heart is pierc''d, as with a Sword, Whilst thus my Foes upbraid Vain Boaster, where is now thy God? |
| A27952 | My persecuting Foes advance And hourly nearer draw; What Treatment can I hope from them Who violate thy Law? |
| A27952 | My tortur''d Flesh infects my Mind, And fills my Soul with Grief; But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay To grant me thy Relief? |
| A27952 | My very Bones shall say, O Lord, Who can compare with Thee? |
| A27952 | My very Eyes consume and fail With waiting for thy Word; Thy Comfort and long promis''d Aid O when wilt thou afford? |
| A27952 | NO Change of Times shall ever shock My firm Affection, Lord, to thee? |
| A27952 | Not, Stranger- like, to visit them, But to inhabit there? |
| A27952 | O Sea, what made your Tide withdraw, And naked leave your oozy Bed? |
| A27952 | O Thou, whom heav''nly Hosts obey, How long shall thy fierce Anger burn? |
| A27952 | O cou''d I so per ● idious be To think of once deserting Thee, Where, Lord, could I thy Influence shun, Or whither from thy presence run? |
| A27952 | O wherefore hidest thou thy Face From our afflicted state? |
| A27952 | O why, against thy chosen Flock, Does thy fierce Anger burn? |
| A27952 | Of such a num''rous faithful Host, As that which does thy Throne surround? |
| A27952 | Or he, from whom all Wisdom flows, Himself unwise appear? |
| A27952 | Or rescue from the Grave his Soul? |
| A27952 | Or through her guarded Frontiers tread The Path that does to Conquest lead? |
| A27952 | Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands? |
| A27952 | Or what''s Man''s Son that thou should''st love Such great account of him to make? |
| A27952 | Or who, among the Gods of Earth, With our Almighty Lord compare? |
| A27952 | Or who, except the mighty Lord, Can with resistless Pow''r defend? |
| A27952 | Or who, when Sinners would oppress, My righteous Cause shall plead? |
| A27952 | SInce God does me, his worthless Charge, Protect with tender Care, As watchful Shepherds guard their Flocks, What can I want or fear? |
| A27952 | SInce I in God have plac''d my Trust, A Refuge always nigh, Why should I, like a tim''rous Bird, To di ● tant Mountains fly? |
| A27952 | SPeak, O ye Judges of the Earth, If just your Sentence be, Or, must not Innocence appeal To Heav''n from your Decree? |
| A27952 | Shall Hymns of Joy to God our King, Be sung by Slaves in foreign Lands? |
| A27952 | Shall all the Honour of thy Name For evermore be lost? |
| A27952 | Shall he, whose Judgments aw the World, To punish Sinners fear? |
| A27952 | Shall not that God who made the Ear, Your Speeches hear and mind? |
| A27952 | Shall such Injusticce still escape? |
| A27952 | Shall the mute Grave thy Love confess? |
| A27952 | Shall thy consuming Anger burn Till that and we at once expire? |
| A27952 | Shall thy devouring jealous Rage Like Fire, for ever burn? |
| A27952 | Should''st thou severely mark our Faults, Who can the Tryal bear? |
| A27952 | Since strongly he my Life supports, What can my Soul affright? |
| A27952 | Since thou art still my only Stay, Why leav''st thou me in deep Distress? |
| A27952 | Since, whensoe''er in like Distress To God I made my Pray''r, He heard me from his holy Hill, Why should I now despair? |
| A27952 | THY presence why withdraw''st thou, Lord? |
| A27952 | Tears are my constant Food, while thu ● Insulting Foes upbraid, Deluded Wretch, where''s now thy God? |
| A27952 | That they, like Bread, my People eat, And God''s Almighty Pow''r disown? |
| A27952 | The Lord, by whom the Eye was fram''d, Shall he be counted blind? |
| A27952 | Their Throats belch Slanders, from their Mouths They brandish sharpned Swords; Who hears( say they) or hearing, dares Reprove our lawless Words? |
| A27952 | Their fond Opinions these pursue, Till they with them profanely cry, How should the Lord our Actions view, Can he perceive who dwells on high? |
| A27952 | Then utter''d their blaspheming Doubts, Can God, said they, prepare A Table in the Wilderness, Set out with various Fare? |
| A27952 | Think''st thou that I have any need On slaughter''d Bulls and Goats to feed, To eat their Flesh, and drink their Blood? |
| A27952 | Thy Truth and Pow''r Renown obtain, Where Darkness and Oblivion reign? |
| A27952 | To Thee, O Lord, I cry, forlorn, My Pray''r prevents the early Morn? |
| A27952 | WHY hast thou cast us off, O God; Must we no more return? |
| A27952 | WHom should I fear, since God to me Salvation is and Light? |
| A27952 | WIth restless and ungovern''d Rage, Why do the Heathen storm? |
| A27952 | What Profit can accrue? |
| A27952 | What Profit is there in my Blood, Congeal''d by Death''s cold Night? |
| A27952 | What Punishment is due, Perfidious Tongue, to thee? |
| A27952 | What Seraph of celestial Birth To vie with Heav''ns Supreme shall dare? |
| A27952 | What Son of Nature can controul Strict Death''s unalterable Doom? |
| A27952 | When Sinners that would me supplant Have compass''d me about? |
| A27952 | When he does, join''d to these, his Ice In little Morsels break, Who can against his piercing Cold Secure Defences make? |
| A27952 | When shall he die,( say they) and M ● n Forget his very Name? |
| A27952 | When wilt thou Lord redress My Wrongs? |
| A27952 | Who can with him compare? |
| A27952 | Who is so great a God as Ours? |
| A27952 | Who will my conq''ring Troops conduct, And into Edom lead? |
| A27952 | Whom then in Heav''n, but Thee alone ● Have I, whose Favour I require? |
| A27952 | Why Iordan ● against Nature''s Law, Recoil''dst thou to thy Fountain''s Head? |
| A27952 | Why Mountains did you skip like Rams ● When Danger does approach the Fold? |
| A27952 | Why after you the Hills like Lambs When they their Leaders Flight behold? |
| A27952 | Why go I mourning all the day, Whilst proud insulting Foes oppress? |
| A27952 | Why hast thou, Lord, my Soul forsook, Nor once vouchsaf''d a gracious Look? |
| A27952 | Why hid''st thou now thy Face? |
| A27952 | Why hold''st thou back thy strong Right- hand? |
| A27952 | Why in such rash Attempts engage, As they can ne''er perform? |
| A27952 | Why restless, why cast down my Soul? |
| A27952 | Why restless, why cast down my Soul? |
| A27952 | Why should my Courage fail in times Of Danger and of Doubt? |
| A27952 | Why should the Heathen cry, where''s now The God whom we adore? |
| A27952 | Why then hast Thou its Hedge o''rthrown, Which thou hadst made so firm and strong? |
| A27952 | Why then should I for worthless Toys With anxious Care attend? |
| A27952 | Will this alone Atonement make? |
| A27952 | Wilt thou by miracle revive The Dead whom thou forsook''st Alive? |
| A27952 | Wilt thou for ever, Lord retire? |
| A27952 | Wilt thou, who art a God most just, The sinful Throne defend; Which makes the Law a fair Pretence, To gain its wicked End? |
| A27952 | and Judgment execute On them who me oppress? |
| A27952 | who? |
| A27952 | who? |
| A36624 | A Man might say, says one: the very same Demand might well be made, another cries, Of Fate; and how it got, from Fame, such Eyes? |
| A36624 | ASK not the Cause, why sullen Spring So long delays her Flow''rs to bear; Why warbling Birds forget to sing, And Winter Storms invert the Year? |
| A36624 | Am I that wretched thing, a Widow left? |
| A36624 | And art thou she, whom I have sought around The World, and have at length so sadly found? |
| A36624 | And the same Figure do not I advance, When I protest, I saw a thing by Chance? |
| A36624 | And wherefore Sprinkled with the gushing bloud? |
| A36624 | And why receiv''d not I his last Command? |
| A36624 | And why the Shepherd by the Altar stood? |
| A36624 | And with rich Spices feed thy Altar''s flame: Why do we yearly Rites for thee prepare, Who tak''st of our affairs so little Care? |
| A36624 | Are Manuals useful to a Saint? |
| A36624 | Are not D''Espreaux and Corneile paid For Panegyrick writing? |
| A36624 | Are our Auxiliary Forces turn''d our Enemies? |
| A36624 | As therefore from the Altar they retir''d, Our Gen''ral of the Native Prince enquir''d, To what dread Power these Off''rings did belong? |
| A36624 | BUT wherefore all this pother about Fame? |
| A36624 | But is he therefore found? |
| A36624 | By J. H. Welcome thou glorious Spring of light, and heat, Where hast thou made thy long Retreat? |
| A36624 | CAn there be Gods? |
| A36624 | CEtte Anne si belle, THis Anna so Fair, Qu''on vante sifort, So talk''d of by Fame, Pourquoy ne vient Elle? |
| A36624 | Can neither Injuries of Time, or Age, Damp thy Poetick Heat, and quench thy Rage? |
| A36624 | Can we a fitting Present make For us to give, or These to take? |
| A36624 | Can we e''re hope thou shou''d''st be true, Whom we have found so often base? |
| A36624 | Can you to such mean ends as these employ The gifts by Nature''s bounty you enjoy? |
| A36624 | Colts are skittish; but the Dam,( Once a Colt) is still and tame: Reverend Dotards, why so wise? |
| A36624 | Did not the fair Briseis heretofore With powerful Charms subdue? |
| A36624 | Does the Ivy undermine the Oke, which supports its weakness? |
| A36624 | For not coming away? |
| A36624 | For what other Reason have I spent my Life in so unprofitable a Study? |
| A36624 | Grant but the Blessing freely, and you may An everlasting Obligation lay; But where''s the mighty favour, when we pay? |
| A36624 | Great God of Love, why hast thou made A Face that can all Hearts command, That all Religions can invade, And change the Laws of ev''ry Land? |
| A36624 | HE''s gone, and was it then by your Decree, Ye envious Powers, that we shou''d only see This Copy of your own Divinity? |
| A36624 | Has Fate''s dark Store a Plague yet left, which we Have not sustain''d ev''n to Extremity? |
| A36624 | Have lovely Faces need of Paint? |
| A36624 | Have they not Hearts? |
| A36624 | He has indeed shown us some of those Imperfections in him, which are incident to Humane Kind: But who had not rather be that Homer than this Scaliger? |
| A36624 | He reigns: how long? |
| A36624 | How far have we Prophan''d thy Heav''nly Gift of Poesy? |
| A36624 | How long, Great Poet, shall thy Sacred Lays, Provoke our Wonder, and transcend our Praise? |
| A36624 | I burn''d and rag''d before — what then are these, But Flames on Flames, and Waters to the Seas? |
| A36624 | I saw him not, when in the pangs of Death, Nor did my Lips receive his latest breath; Why held he not to me his dying hand? |
| A36624 | If they could compass their intent, what wou''d Wit and Learning get by such a change? |
| A36624 | If with another''s Arms so keen you fight, How will your own well- pointed Satire bite? |
| A36624 | Is it not Air, an empty Fume, A Fire that does it self consume? |
| A36624 | Is''t not enough that unconcern''d you see,( Vain Witnesses for Truth, for Faith, for me,) Such an affront put on Divinity? |
| A36624 | Julius Scaliger, wou''d needs turn down Homer, and Abdicate him, after the possession of Three Thousand Years: Has he succeeded in his Attempt? |
| A36624 | Make Venus to her Son serve every day, And drudge i''th''meanest Offices, for pay? |
| A36624 | Now tell me, Criticks, do not all the Wise Profess that which they see, they see with Eyes? |
| A36624 | OFT the Reverend Dotards cry, Why so loving, Daphnis, why? |
| A36624 | Or shall I rather think your Deity With envious Eyes our thriving Stock did see? |
| A36624 | Or thought ye it surpassing Human State, To have a Blessing lasting as''t was Great? |
| A36624 | Or why shou''d Hymen lift his Torch on high, To see two Brides in cold Embraces lye? |
| A36624 | Our likeness is but Misery; Why shou''d I toil to propagate Another thing as vile as I? |
| A36624 | S — But why, in lasie Numbers, do we bind Our thoughts? |
| A36624 | S — Wou''d you then know how much you''re welcome here? |
| A36624 | SINCE all must certainly to Death resign, Why should we make it dreadful, or repine? |
| A36624 | Say why shou''d the collected Main It self within it self contain? |
| A36624 | Seeing aright, we see our Woes, Then what avails it to have Eyes? |
| A36624 | Shall Hector, born to War, his Birth- right yield, Belie his Courage and forsake the Field? |
| A36624 | Shall I relate what I my self beheld, Where Ollius stream with gentle plenty swell''d? |
| A36624 | Shou''d I be snatch''d from hence, and thou remain, Without relief, or Partner of thy pain, How cou''d''st thou such a wretched Life sustain? |
| A36624 | Soon I shall lie in Death''s deep Ocean drown''d: Is Mercy there; is sweet Forgiveness found? |
| A36624 | That was not first to savage Arms a Prey, And do''s not yet more savage Laws obey? |
| A36624 | The World, why should not Dreams of Poets take, As well as Prophets who but dream awake? |
| A36624 | Themes, no more shall move, Nor any thing but what''s of high import: And what''s of high import, but Love? |
| A36624 | Thyrsis, how shall humble Swains, As thou and I, perform such strains? |
| A36624 | To blame, is easie; to commend, is bold; Yet, if the Muse inspires it, who can hold? |
| A36624 | Unriddle me these Mysteries: What is the Soul, the Vital Heat That our mean Frame does animate? |
| A36624 | Was''t not enough Andromeda has dy''d, An Expiation for her Mother''s pride? |
| A36624 | What Lands thy warmer Beams possest, Whàt happy Indian Worlds thy fruitful Presence blest? |
| A36624 | What a Censure has he made of Lucan, that he rather seems to Bark than Sing? |
| A36624 | What can we say t''excuse our Second Fall? |
| A36624 | What does the* Youth in whose enraged Veins The heat of Love''s distemper''d Fever reigns? |
| A36624 | What fence, where poyson''s drawn with vitall Breath, And Father Air the Authour proves of Death? |
| A36624 | What further fear of danger can there be, Beauty, which captives all things, sets me free? |
| A36624 | What is our breath, the breath of Man, That buoys his Nature up, and does even Life sustain? |
| A36624 | What is this Fame, for which our Kings are Slaves? |
| A36624 | What labour wou''d it cost them to put in a better Line, than the worst of those which they expunge in a True Poet? |
| A36624 | What man can with immortal Pow''rs compare? |
| A36624 | What mean these starts? |
| A36624 | What meant that languishing infected Throng? |
| A36624 | What need of Arms, and Instruments of War, Or battering Engines which destroy from far? |
| A36624 | What nook in Thee from barb''rous Rage is freed, And has not seen her captive Children bleed? |
| A36624 | What then wou''d he appear in the Harmonious Version, of one of the best Writers, Living in a much better Age than was the last? |
| A36624 | What tho''still it farther tend? |
| A36624 | Whence should that foul infectious Torment flow, But from the baneful source of all our wo? |
| A36624 | Where is thy boasted Empire of the World? |
| A36624 | Where now are all thy ancient Glories hurl''d? |
| A36624 | Who neglects to back the Horse, Till his Years compute him worse? |
| A36624 | Who then will offer Incense at a Shrine? |
| A36624 | Who, of her Rev''rend Matrons; will have care? |
| A36624 | Who, save her Children from the Rage of War? |
| A36624 | Whom do you fly? |
| A36624 | Why am I grown Old, in seeking so barren a Reward as Fame? |
| A36624 | Why com''st thou, Juno, to these barren Rites, To bless a Bed, defrauded of delights? |
| A36624 | Why do n''t she appear? |
| A36624 | Why do we thus reproach the Deities? |
| A36624 | Why does he order the Diurnal Hours To leave Earth''s other part, and rise in ours? |
| A36624 | Why shou''d each animated Star Love the just Limits of its proper Sphere? |
| A36624 | Why shou''d each consenting Sign With prudent Harmony combine To keep in order, and gird up the regulated Year? |
| A36624 | Why shou''d the constant Sun With measur''d steps his Radiant Journeys run? |
| A36624 | Why these Reverend Fooleries? |
| A36624 | Why to its Caverns shou''d it sometimes creep, And with delighted Silence sleep On the lov''d Bosom of its Parent Deep? |
| A36624 | Why, since the pleasures mutual, shou''d it be To you advantage, and a loss to me? |
| A36624 | Wou''d any but a Dog, have made so snarling a Comparison? |
| A36624 | and how to be appeas''d, And last what Cure remain''d for the Diseas''d? |
| A36624 | how are we beguil''d Dull Bigots to pay Hom''age to thy Name? |
| A36624 | must I ever lose those pretty Charms? |
| A36624 | que feriez- vous icy? |
| A36624 | thou in Woes art nurst; Why were you born? |
| A36624 | what Art can teach What human Voice can reach The sacred ORGANS praise? |
| A36624 | where can an Infant run? |
| A36624 | why are these guiltless Eyes, For her Offence th''attoning Sacrifice? |
| A36624 | why shou''d they prevail, Where Duty, Love, and Adoration fail? |
| A36624 | why were we hurry''d down This lubrique and adult''rate age,( Nay added fat Pollutions of our own) T''increase the steaming Ordures of the Stage? |
| A36624 | — has she not falsly swore? |
| A63158 | A Traytor York? |
| A63158 | A heavy Sentence my most Sov''raign Lord, The Language I have learnt these Forty years, My native English must I now forgo? |
| A63158 | After this account it will be askt why this Play shou''d be supprest, first in its own Name, and after in Disguise? |
| A63158 | All, Say ye so? |
| A63158 | Am I not Nobly Descended and Honourably Born? |
| A63158 | And daily new Exactions are devis''d As Blanks, Benevolences, and I wot not what; But what o''Gods Name doth become of This? |
| A63158 | And must this be your Pleasure? |
| A63158 | And to that Title who must set the Bounds? |
| A63158 | And what said the Gallant? |
| A63158 | And who sits here that is not Richard''s Subject? |
| A63158 | And wou''d you now command me from your Presence, Who then shall lull your raging Griefs asleep, And wing the hours of dull Imprisonment? |
| A63158 | Are Bushie Green and th''Earl of Wiltshire Dead? |
| A63158 | Are these the Robes of State? |
| A63158 | Are you contented to Resign or no? |
| A63158 | BArklay- Castle, call you this at hand? |
| A63158 | But now the blood of 20000 men, Did triumph in my Face and they are fled, Have I not reason think you to look pale? |
| A63158 | But pray Neighbour, what is this same Common- wealth? |
| A63158 | But where was the Justice of this Action? |
| A63158 | But where''s the Use of Merit, or of Laws, When Ingnorance and Malice judge the Cause? |
| A63158 | Can no man tell of my ungracious Son, My Young misgovern''d and licentious Harry? |
| A63158 | Can sick men play so nicely with their Names? |
| A63158 | Comfort my Liege, why looks your Grace so pale? |
| A63158 | Cousin of Herford what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk Thomas Mowbray? |
| A63158 | Dogs, quickly won to fawn on any Comer, Snakes in my Heartsblood warm''d to sting my Heart, Wou''d they make Peace? |
| A63158 | Fair Cousin? |
| A63158 | Friends think me not made of such easie phlegm, That I can timely pocket wrongs; if so Why come I thus in Arms to seek my Right? |
| A63158 | From whom? |
| A63158 | Give grief a Tongue, art thou not Isabel, The faithful Wife of the unfortunate Richard? |
| A63158 | Has Loyalty so quite renounc''t the World, That none will yet strike for an injur''d King? |
| A63158 | Have I no Friend, my Lords, in this fair Train? |
| A63158 | He shall be none; We''ll keep him here, then what''s that to him? |
| A63158 | Hold th''intended Triumphs there? |
| A63158 | How fare''s your honour? |
| A63158 | How fares our Noble Uncle Lancaster? |
| A63158 | How is''t with aged Gaunt? |
| A63158 | How shall we now dare to inform her Grief Of the sad Scene the King must Act to day? |
| A63158 | How''s that? |
| A63158 | How''s that? |
| A63158 | I had forgot my self, am I not King? |
| A63158 | I know thy virtue will undoe thee, Thou wilt be still a faithful constant Wife, Feel all my Wrongs and suffer in my Fall? |
| A63158 | I''m prest to death with silence — boding Peazant, More senseless then the Plants or Earth thou tend''st, Darst thou divine the downfall of a King? |
| A63158 | In the Kings name say who thou art and what''s thy Quarrel? |
| A63158 | Intended or committed was this fault? |
| A63158 | Inultus ut flebo Puer? |
| A63158 | Is awful Majesty no more? |
| A63158 | Mean you of the Crown? |
| A63158 | Methinks one Person''s wanting yet To this fair Presence, our Old Loyal Gaunt, He was thy Father Herford, was he not? |
| A63158 | Must I to Pomfrett, and my Queen to France? |
| A63158 | Must he forgo The Name of King? |
| A63158 | My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford arm''d? |
| A63158 | My ear is open and my heart prepar''d, The worst thou canst unfold is worldly loss, Say, is my Kingdom lost? |
| A63158 | My own good Will? |
| A63158 | NOw Brother, what cheer? |
| A63158 | Nature her self of late hath broke her Order, Then why should we continue our dull Round? |
| A63158 | No Friend that to his Monarch''s Peace will clear The Way, and ridd me of this Living Fear? |
| A63158 | No deeper wrinkles yet? |
| A63158 | Now by my Life, I thank thee honest Prelate, My Lords what say ye to the Bishops Doctrine, Is''t not Heavenly true? |
| A63158 | Now which of these Misfortunes was my fault? |
| A63158 | Oh Heav''n is this? |
| A63158 | Old Adams likeness set to dress this Garden, What Eve, what Serpent has seduc''d thy soul, To prophesie this second fall of Man? |
| A63158 | Or to go a step higher in Antiquity — Quid est, Catulle, quod moraris emori? |
| A63158 | Or where the fury that supprest the Kerns; Whilst numbers perisht by his Royal Arm? |
| A63158 | Our Son, our only Son, our Ages comfort; Is he not thine own? |
| A63158 | Peace Woman, or I will impeach thee too; Wou''dst thou conceal this dark Conspiracy? |
| A63158 | Revolt our Subjects? |
| A63158 | Sellâ in Curuli Struma Nonius sedet, Quid est, Catulle, quod moraris emori? |
| A63158 | Shall I seem brav''d before my Father''s Face? |
| A63158 | Should dying men then, flatter those that Live? |
| A63158 | So Pomp and Fals- hood ends — I''ll beg one Boon, Then take my leave and trouble you no more, Shall I obtain it? |
| A63158 | Strives Bullingbrook to be as great as we? |
| A63158 | Th''imperial Garb, In which the King should go to meet his Senate? |
| A63158 | Think you the King will be depos''d? |
| A63158 | Thomas of Norfolk what say''st thou to this? |
| A63158 | Thou frantick Woman what makes thee here? |
| A63158 | To do what service am I sent for hither? |
| A63158 | We do debase Our Self Cousin, do we not, To look so peaceful and to speak so fair? |
| A63158 | Welcome Northumberland, what News? |
| A63158 | Welcome my Lord, how far off lies your Power? |
| A63158 | What Land is by her presence priviledged From Heavn''s ripe Vengeance? |
| A63158 | What Resignation? |
| A63158 | What a spirit of delusion has seiz''d ye? |
| A63158 | What an excellent Spirit of knowledge is here? |
| A63158 | What do''s our Cousen lay to Norfolk''s Charge? |
| A63158 | What is thy Sentence then, but speechless Death? |
| A63158 | What is''t Knave? |
| A63158 | What language shall my bankrupt fortunes find, To greet such Heavenly excellence as thine? |
| A63158 | What mean my Goalers by that plenteous Board? |
| A63158 | What means our Cousin that he looks so wildly? |
| A63158 | What means this dark and mournful Pageantry, This pomp of Death? |
| A63158 | What must I then preach Patience to my Priest? |
| A63158 | What must the King do now? |
| A63158 | What place then do our guifts desere at such a season, where the temporal King is absent and Usurpers invade? |
| A63158 | What reverence did he throw away on Slaves? |
| A63158 | What say ye now? |
| A63158 | What say''st thou Ross? |
| A63158 | What says Northumberland? |
| A63158 | What says our Uncle? |
| A63158 | What wou''d our Sister? |
| A63158 | What, in Tears still? |
| A63158 | When Harry when? |
| A63158 | When Sister will you find the way to comfort? |
| A63158 | Where doth the World thrust forth a Vanity,( So it be New, there''s no respect how Vile) That is not quickly buzz''d into his Ear? |
| A63158 | Where is the Duke my Father with his Forces? |
| A63158 | Where is the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushie, Bagot? |
| A63158 | Where shall my Sorrows make their last complaint, If York deny me too? |
| A63158 | Where''s the King? |
| A63158 | Whether? |
| A63158 | Who shall hinder me? |
| A63158 | Who wou''d not share your Grief to share your Love? |
| A63158 | Why Neighbours will ye thus give up your Light? |
| A63158 | Why Uncle can This Kindness come from Thee? |
| A63158 | Why York, what wilt thou do? |
| A63158 | Why dost thou fret a Lyon in the Toil To Rage, that only makes his Hunters sport? |
| A63158 | Why impious hardned wretches, Brands for Hell? |
| A63158 | Why reverend Uncle, let me know my fault On what Condition stands it and wherein? |
| A63158 | Why so? |
| A63158 | Why? |
| A63158 | Wil''t please you Lords to grant the Common''s Suit? |
| A63158 | Will Norfolk when the King commands be slow? |
| A63158 | Will Richard then against himself conspire? |
| A63158 | Wilt thou not hide the Trespass of thine own? |
| A63158 | Wilt thou once more a Traytor nourish? |
| A63158 | by piece- meal to unrauel My weav''d- up follies? |
| A63158 | can I speak and live? |
| A63158 | come nearer, what Seal is that which hangs out from thy Bosom? |
| A63158 | has Sorrow struck So many many blows upon these Cheeks and made No deeper wounds? |
| A63158 | hear ye that Neighbours? |
| A63158 | lookst thou pale? |
| A63158 | made my own accuser too To read a bead- roll of my own defaults, Read it my self? |
| A63158 | not usurp? |
| A63158 | were they not mine? |
| A63158 | what comfort have ye now? |
| A63158 | what means this Pageantry of Death? |
| A63158 | where rides he the while? |
| A63158 | wherefore was I Born? |
| A63158 | why''t was my Care; And what loss is it to be rid of Care? |
| A63158 | why, Northumberland, If thy Offences were upon Record, Wou''d it not shame thee in so full a Presence To read a Lecture of''em? |
| A63158 | will not this Castle yield? |
| A63158 | wilt thou not speak Comfort? |
| A63158 | — my Queen, My Isabell, my Royal wretched Wife? |
| A33613 | ''T is so; What a torment is this now, that I must counterfeit with her? |
| A33613 | ''T is strange they come not yet; — What do I see? |
| A33613 | ''T is true old Friend, I am banish''d — But how the Devil came you to know it? |
| A33613 | ''t is the Dutchess: You are our Wife, you''l say? |
| A33613 | 1640- 1708. Who can resist my Celia''s charms? |
| A33613 | A Prisoner say you? |
| A33613 | A very hopeful Recompence; What Statesman ever yet took Prayers for pay? |
| A33613 | Alass poor Brunetto, what has he done to be shut up here? |
| A33613 | All Deaf? |
| A33613 | Amen for that too — But my small Friends how came you hither? |
| A33613 | And can your Lordship on your Honour tax me For want of Diligence in my Vocation? |
| A33613 | And honest Iuvenal civilly puts the Question, Quem praestare potest mulier Larvata pudorem? |
| A33613 | And how did he do this? |
| A33613 | And there is another good Friend of mine, Brunetto, where is he? |
| A33613 | Are my Eyes and Ears both charm''d? |
| A33613 | Are not you call''d Barberino, you Alberto, My prudent faithful Counsellours to whom I left the Government of Tuscany? |
| A33613 | At my Return here I found Brunetto in Goal, and it appear''d to be for Love of you: Tell me Sister, can you fancy him? |
| A33613 | At whose request? |
| A33613 | Burnt? |
| A33613 | But Seneca expresly for a Mask or Vizard, Quid tantopere te supinat? |
| A33613 | But am not I a fond Fool to believe you, When you have been from me these two long days? |
| A33613 | Call you this preferment? |
| A33613 | Can all their Mortifications of the ensuing Lent make any tolerable Amends for the Lewdness then committed? |
| A33613 | Come Sirrah what a while have you been bringing these Chairs? |
| A33613 | Dear Pigs- ney, what a naughty Trick was this, to Spirit your self away, when you know how frighted I am with lying alone? |
| A33613 | Dear Sister, how dost thou do? |
| A33613 | Debauch''d? |
| A33613 | Do you not know me Sir? |
| A33613 | Dost take me for Mahomet? |
| A33613 | Fair Maiden rise; What is your Name? |
| A33613 | Father Conjurer here? |
| A33613 | Fla. Are you our Prince, my Lord? |
| A33613 | Fla. Dost thou reward me thus for all the Pains I took for thy Return to Florence? |
| A33613 | Flametta my Lord, what says your Lordship to Flametta? |
| A33613 | For her Dress and Beauty, she may be a Dutchess, who are you Madam? |
| A33613 | From Prison Sir? |
| A33613 | From Prison Slave, what mean''st thou? |
| A33613 | Furies Where will this end? |
| A33613 | Has the Devil at any time such a Jubilee, where Vice like an Infernal Cebele sees all her black Offspring assembled together? |
| A33613 | Hast marry''d her? |
| A33613 | Have I all thy long Banishment been true, Refus''d Lord Barberino with his Gifts; And am I slighted thus? |
| A33613 | Her Beauty wounds and Wit disarms; When these their mighty Forces joyn, What Heart''s so strong but must resign? |
| A33613 | How Sir? |
| A33613 | How am I alter''d since I came from Millain? |
| A33613 | How came you so? |
| A33613 | How have our Eyes been Charm''d? |
| A33613 | How soon his mind is chang''d? |
| A33613 | I am no Prince, Yet will not be deny''d; — Who waits without? |
| A33613 | I am not us''d to travel under ground? |
| A33613 | I commit them? |
| A33613 | I do beseech your Grace, what? |
| A33613 | I do beseech your Highness, on what ground? |
| A33613 | I fear my Duty has been too officious; Dread Sir, reflect where was the mighty harm In holding talk with him by open day? |
| A33613 | I know you are his Second? |
| A33613 | I love dispatch in Affairs, tell me therefore quickly what you take to be the duty of a Statesman? |
| A33613 | I say, Thou shalt have her, and if I had two Sisters thou shoulds''t have them both — Who waits there? |
| A33613 | I say, beware of Treason; flea off my skin? |
| A33613 | I? |
| A33613 | If such enormities go unpunish''d, what Subject can be safe? |
| A33613 | Is she bewitched too? |
| A33613 | It must be more than so: Nay, as I thought, I saw two Figures of him One coursing of the other: — The noise continues still — Who waits? |
| A33613 | Justice before I have Dined? |
| A33613 | Lawfully by the help of a Pimp, or without it? |
| A33613 | Most Gracious Soveraign, How have we deserv''d Thus to be made the scorn of Vulgar Eyes? |
| A33613 | My Lords Banishers at large agen? |
| A33613 | My Lords at large again? |
| A33613 | My Lords imprison''d? |
| A33613 | No Sister, Sir? |
| A33613 | Not Pimp for him? |
| A33613 | Oh Father what metal do you take me to be made of? |
| A33613 | Orders from my Highness? |
| A33613 | Prom Prison say you? |
| A33613 | Said you Consent? |
| A33613 | Say Captain, which way is our Royal Master? |
| A33613 | Sir, Are you come? |
| A33613 | Sirrah Captain, Why kept you not these Vermine up till I bid you let them out? |
| A33613 | So please: your Grace, where is our Dutchess? |
| A33613 | Stop, stop the Traytor, help? |
| A33613 | Sure I am awake, this is no Dream? |
| A33613 | Sure I did hear the Duke my Husbands Voice As in distress, and calling out for help; Or did I dream? |
| A33613 | Sure some ill Spirit has possest My Subjects minds when I was gone; D''ye know me? |
| A33613 | THis banisht life is very doleful — What an inhumane Duke was this to banish me, that never banisht him? |
| A33613 | That I my self Would almost take him for my self: What art thou? |
| A33613 | That is to say, lay with her? |
| A33613 | The Devil he did? |
| A33613 | The Duke return''d from Millain? |
| A33613 | The self same time that I went thither To free Brunetto: Death, whom? |
| A33613 | Then I have one familiar Question more, Will he Pimp for him? |
| A33613 | Then what''s their Business? |
| A33613 | These Lords affirm, that I put them in Prison, How say you to''t? |
| A33613 | This is unkind to treat me with such coldness ▪ After so long an Absence; have you then Forgot my Truth and Constancy? |
| A33613 | Thou insolent Varlet, What a Vulgar Fellow dost thou take me for, to speak with Strangers before I know their Business? |
| A33613 | To be shav''d Father Conjurer by one of your black Valets? |
| A33613 | Trappolin come home? |
| A33613 | Very well, — What now art thou afraid of me? |
| A33613 | WHO can resist my Celia''s Charms? |
| A33613 | WHat a dismal Place is here? |
| A33613 | Was''t not your Order? |
| A33613 | What Bona Roba have we hear now? |
| A33613 | What Brunetto? |
| A33613 | What Fellow''s this? |
| A33613 | What I intend is Love; if you refuse, You make the Rape, that''s all: Who waits I say? |
| A33613 | What Ring? |
| A33613 | What a winning look was there too? |
| A33613 | What are their Names? |
| A33613 | What can the Duke design by coming hither? |
| A33613 | What can this Minion whose repeal you seek Perform for thee what can a Peasant do To deck thy Youth, or to inrich thy Age? |
| A33613 | What can this cruel Mockery intend? |
| A33613 | What can this mean? |
| A33613 | What can this mean? |
| A33613 | What do I see? |
| A33613 | What do I see? |
| A33613 | What do I see? |
| A33613 | What do you with this frantick wretch? |
| A33613 | What harm? |
| A33613 | What is your Grievance? |
| A33613 | What mean the Slaves by Trappolin? |
| A33613 | What mean those Prodigies? |
| A33613 | What means that Question? |
| A33613 | What means the Harlot? |
| A33613 | What means the Vagabond, how came he home? |
| A33613 | What means your Highness? |
| A33613 | What say you Sir? |
| A33613 | What sound is this? |
| A33613 | What wild fantastick things he do''s? |
| A33613 | What will become of me? |
| A33613 | What will become of this temporal Body of mine? |
| A33613 | What''s become of him? |
| A33613 | What''s here? |
| A33613 | What''s there to do? |
| A33613 | What, no Attendance here? |
| A33613 | What, on thy Knees again? |
| A33613 | What, while your Millanese is living? |
| A33613 | What? |
| A33613 | When did I so? |
| A33613 | Where have I Been? |
| A33613 | Where is my Ring? |
| A33613 | Wherein Dear Sir, have I deserv''d this Usage? |
| A33613 | Who''s yonder? |
| A33613 | Whose here my Rival Lord? |
| A33613 | Whose here my pretty little Rogue? |
| A33613 | Whose here? |
| A33613 | Whose there, the Duke? |
| A33613 | Why Isabella? |
| A33613 | Why did you let th''Impostor Devil scape? |
| A33613 | Why do I trifle thus? |
| A33613 | Why then Sir, have you made him a close Prisoner? |
| A33613 | Why, I am not thy Father, am I? |
| A33613 | Will he e''re suffer this abuse? |
| A33613 | Will he fight for him? |
| A33613 | Will he give him his Sister? |
| A33613 | Will you lie Rascal to my Princely Face? |
| A33613 | Wonders on Wonders, I beseech you Sir By all the Bonds of Nature, for what cause? |
| A33613 | You Sir, My new made Favourite, come near And tell me, are you Son to Savoy''s Duke? |
| A33613 | You are a handsome Woman I promise you, and tell me Madam Dutchess, am not I a proper handsome Fellow? |
| A33613 | a decrepit old man? |
| A33613 | from Prison Sir? |
| A33613 | my mortifi''d Brother of Geneva, what carnal Controversie are you ingaged in? |
| A33613 | the Princess in Tears? |
| A33613 | what shall we say? |
| A33613 | what strange Fate still Rules us Men? |
| A33613 | who art thou that own''st my Power and Title, Disclaim''d by all my Subjects? |
| A33613 | will the Government never be able to drink in quiet for''em? |
| A33613 | will this Humor never leave him? |
| A33613 | — But hear you good Father, must this Retinue of yours needs appear? |
| A33613 | — Let me see, what must I say now? |
| A33613 | — My Princely Friend, Hast thou consummated? |
| A33613 | — Now, I prithee Man, how cams''t thou into this damn''d Dungeon? |
| A33613 | — What a Neck and Breast is there? |
| A33613 | — What''s he gone again? |
| A33613 | — Who comes yonder? |
| A33613 | — Whose next? |
| A33613 | — Your Honours humble Slave — What''s Wealth or Power where Hearts consent like ours? |
| A30685 | ''T is true,''t was once a Competitress with Rome it self, but now, alas, it is wofully inbondaged; Who would not pity to behold it? |
| A30685 | And can we wonder, if with such Soldiers as these, we can obtain no Success against such a Well- disciplined Enemy? |
| A30685 | And demanding, How such kind of Fellows could come to be so great Warriors? |
| A30685 | And do we as yet stand in doubt, whether we should defend our Faults rather than amend them? |
| A30685 | And how can that House stand, if Domestick Discord undermine it? |
| A30685 | And how they used to catch them? |
| A30685 | And if Clemency be to be shew''d to any, to whom, pray, more properly than to a Man''s own Children? |
| A30685 | And in my Judgment, Hannibal''s Three Victories at Trebia at Thrasymine, and at Cannae, did far Exceed all the Exploits of Alexander: For why? |
| A30685 | And moreover, you desire to know the Course of my Studies, and how I relieve my self both in my Solitudes and Sufferings? |
| A30685 | And whereas you propound several Questions to me, as, What Fate, or what malevolent Star kept me back from accompanying them in their Return? |
| A30685 | And whether I go abroad or always stay at home? |
| A30685 | And who knows how near we are to the same Fate? |
| A30685 | And why I did not shake Hands with that barbarous Country, to enjoy the wish''d for Comforts of my own? |
| A30685 | And will not all this make us to see our Danger? |
| A30685 | And withal, you demand, What memorable Matters I have seen or heard of since I wrote last? |
| A30685 | As for the Spaniards, it is a clear case that they exceeded us not only in their Number, but in the Strength of their Bodies? |
| A30685 | Be it so, replayed he, but what then will become of your Soul? |
| A30685 | But grant there were any hopes of Peace, who is so mad as to fight with an Enemy so powerful, if he can help it? |
| A30685 | But must not I tast of it, said I? |
| A30685 | But what are they the better for that you will say? |
| A30685 | But what did he get by this great Preparation of Arms, his vast and innumerable Forces? |
| A30685 | But what says he in Plautus? |
| A30685 | But you will say, What kind of Soldiers would you have? |
| A30685 | But( would you think it?) |
| A30685 | Can any Man doubt, in this case, what the Event will be? |
| A30685 | Did he not design to kill me? |
| A30685 | Do both of you eat your Emperours Bread? |
| A30685 | Do n''t you know, that whoever of the twain had dyed, the Emperour had lost a Subject? |
| A30685 | For against whom should they draw their Sword? |
| A30685 | For my part, I am resolved to revenge my Wrong ●, and ● o maintain my Life by force of Arms For what other Course, pray, can I ● ake? |
| A30685 | For pray tell me what other Hopes can you have? |
| A30685 | For when can we lay out our own Money better, than when our Life it self may be comfortably expended? |
| A30685 | For when their Vessels are ready to sail, they repair to the Grecians, and ask them, Whether they have consecrated the Sea? |
| A30685 | For why? |
| A30685 | Fy for Shame, said the fretting Bassa''s, what? |
| A30685 | God forbid said they, for what more unjust, than to defraud a Man who hath restored us to our Liberty, even out of the Jaws of Death? |
| A30685 | Good God, quoth I, call you that to abate, when then doth it rage? |
| A30685 | He answered, Above Two Thousand five hundred: And how many of the Christians? |
| A30685 | He ask''d me one time, Whether the War did continue between Spain and France? |
| A30685 | Hereupon, perhaps, you will say, What, are there no Fishermen in Turky? |
| A30685 | How can he use that Spear and the Bow too? |
| A30685 | How could their low statured Soldiery look the tall Germans in the Face? |
| A30685 | How many then die in a day? |
| A30685 | I ask them again, How is this Soldier listed, and how is he train''d up? |
| A30685 | I asked, what was the Matter? |
| A30685 | I demanded also of him, whether he lookt upon me as an Ambassador, or a Prisoner? |
| A30685 | I desire nothing more, says Rustan; but how can I bring it about? |
| A30685 | If God would visit me herewith, how could I avoid it? |
| A30685 | If but one of his many Blows had not missed, he had knock''d me down like an Ox; were I to be blamed if I slew him, who would have slain me first? |
| A30685 | If you Ask me, What manner of Man Solyman was? |
| A30685 | Is not the Plague said he, in my own Palace, and yet I do not think of removing? |
| A30685 | It is easie for any body to do: But what Remedy is there for it? |
| A30685 | Mightily, said they? |
| A30685 | Near that River we met with a Country- man, and asking him, by an Interpreter, Whether that River did abound with Fish? |
| A30685 | No, said I, neither do I believe it; for how should the Germans come to a place so remote from them as Moldavia? |
| A30685 | Now if Solyman did rightfully possess that Kingdom, so unjustly gotten, why should his Son be denied to take the same Course? |
| A30685 | One of the Turks, hearing him cry out so boldly: D''ye think, said he, that one- ey''d thing is a Man? |
| A30685 | Or as Pliny, who speaks of Another, that understood Greek? |
| A30685 | Or can you put any Confidence in his Equity and Moderation? |
| A30685 | Or how can we spend part of our Estates upon more advantagious Terms, than thereby to preserve the whole? |
| A30685 | Or who is so blind as not to foresee, that sure Peace is to be preferred before the doubtful Hazards of War? |
| A30685 | Prate, while you will, says my Servant, neither they self nor any of thine shall come in here: For why should I open to thee, more than thou to me? |
| A30685 | Seeing then we are surrounded with so great Dangers, Why do we not lay our Heads together? |
| A30685 | That''s strange, says the Bassa''s, what did you never learn the Christian Alphabet, or have you forgot it? |
| A30685 | The Bassa presently asked him, How things went? |
| A30685 | The Bassa, as being offended, thus replyed, How durst thou challenge thy Fellow Soldier to a Duel? |
| A30685 | The French Ambassador''s Steward came to me, bringing me some Letters; Sandaeus askt of him, If he knew him? |
| A30685 | The Turks that bought them, say, Do n''t you hear how glad this Bird is, and how he gives me Thanks for his Liberty? |
| A30685 | The blunt Fellow, nothing dismayed, replied, You are quite beside the Cushion; did I not tell you, that we were beaten by Musketeers? |
| A30685 | The first thing that I did, was to ask of my Chiaux, What serious Discourse he held with his Country- men? |
| A30685 | The next day, when Ebrahim appeared in the Divan, they asked of him, Whether I could read those Letter? |
| A30685 | Their Commanders came up to me, and after Friendly Salutation they bid me Welcome; and asked me, how I had fared on my Journy? |
| A30685 | Then we heard their Funeral Plaints, Mournings and Lamentations, wherein they asked the dead Corps, How they came to deserve so ill at his Hands? |
| A30685 | There was a Brasier of that City which grieved me very much; for demanding of him, Whether he had any old Coins to sell? |
| A30685 | This Accident caused his Fellows to Laugh, and jearingly to ask, Whether the Iron were hot enough yet, and whether he would touch it again or not? |
| A30685 | Was not Bajazet Heir of the Crown too? |
| A30685 | Were they such whose Valour had been proved in former Battels, and which had been accustomed to Conquer? |
| A30685 | What Plunderings and Devastations do they make in the Emperor''s Territories there? |
| A30685 | What Precedent had you for this? |
| A30685 | What Sea is there? |
| A30685 | What are they good for? |
| A30685 | What are we Carriers or Posts that must make speed to deliver some important Letters? |
| A30685 | What do you think, says he, that you have got Buda, Gran, Alba Regalis, and other Hungarian Towns, from the Christians by Force? |
| A30685 | What greater President could there be? |
| A30685 | What need so much Armour, say you? |
| A30685 | What poor Man hath ever desired his help in vain? |
| A30685 | What remnant of People between them and us, from whom we can expect any Relief against their Injuries? |
| A30685 | What will you cut down Apple- trees also, because they bear not Wine? |
| A30685 | What, said they, do you catch such small guddling Fish? |
| A30685 | What, says he, did your Master command you so to do? |
| A30685 | What, was there never a Christian to fight with? |
| A30685 | What, will they deny that the Turks are good Soldiers? |
| A30685 | When I demanded of them whether they would be sure to repay me? |
| A30685 | When the Bailo of Venice heard of their release, he sent for one of my Servants present, and desired to know of him, what that Business had cost me? |
| A30685 | Whence they come? |
| A30685 | Where''s the Eunuch? |
| A30685 | Wherein had they been wanting in their Duty and Observance, that he had left them in such a lonesom and disconsolate Condition? |
| A30685 | Whether any of the Mariners, rowing on the Lake Ascanius,( which was not far off) did deride us, for Travelling at that unusual time of Night? |
| A30685 | Which words I pronouncing with more Fervour and Passion than I was wo nt to do, he called back my Interpreter and asked him, Whether I were Angry? |
| A30685 | Who is there that hath not experienced his Liberality? |
| A30685 | Who so hard- hearted, as not to be affected with the mutability of human Affairs? |
| A30685 | Who would willingly deprive himself of all Delights? |
| A30685 | Who, say they, shall now be able to stand before us, seeing we have Conquered the Spaniards? |
| A30685 | Whom do we run from, or whom do we pursue? |
| A30685 | Why ca n''t I go abroad when I will? |
| A30685 | Why do we Chouse our selves with the vain Dreams of Pacifications? |
| A30685 | Why do we cast about for delays? |
| A30685 | Why do we fruitlesly draw back? |
| A30685 | Why do we not try all ways, and turn every Stone? |
| A30685 | Why doth the ingenious Necessity which would effect admirable Works, lie stupid and dormant in us? |
| A30685 | Why should he prefer his slothful, pot- bellied Brother before him, that had nothing of his Fathers disposition in him? |
| A30685 | Why should that Fact be vindicated so severely in him, which was accounted Lawful in his Grandfather? |
| A30685 | Why( said they, reasoning among themselves) should his Father abdicate a Son, that is his express Image? |
| A30685 | You say that we have hitherto prevailed by Force of Arms little against the Turks; grant that it is so: But pray tell me what Arms we have used? |
| A30685 | and How many they are? |
| A30685 | and count it( forsooth) a brave and honourable Thing: What shall a Man do in such a case? |
| A30685 | and what Mortal can stand if the very Elements fight against him? |
| A30685 | and what was the Cause of his great Fear? |
| A30685 | and yet, forsooth, you must go about to take away one another''s Lives? |
| A30685 | are the Turks such Pythagoreans, that they count all Brutes sacred, and will eat none of their Flesh? |
| A30685 | twice to the same Pla ● e? |
| A30685 | what Desarts? |
| A30685 | what Mountains? |
| A30685 | what Safeguards? |
| A30685 | what ● Defence? |
| A30685 | will he take up his Spear when he hath broke, or thrown away his Bow? |
| A63107 | & c. WHither d''ye rush with impious haste? |
| A63107 | 1. ad Populum Romanum, Quoquo scelesti ruitis? |
| A63107 | 1. ad Populum Romanum, Quoquo scelesti ruitis? |
| A63107 | ALL my past Life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone? |
| A63107 | AND is he dead? |
| A63107 | Am I to Love insensibly betray''d, Which has this sudden alteration made? |
| A63107 | And dares Ulysses too contend with me? |
| A63107 | And must I yield, or striving feed the Flame, Which by complyance gentle grows and tame? |
| A63107 | And must again that sad Dispute appear? |
| A63107 | And shall a wretched half- concocted She Depose a Demy- God, cramp Victory, Rebellious to her Prince, to Iove, and Me? |
| A63107 | And thou my Child( for pity does require) Leave not too long thy poor, thy helpless Sire, For what can he when Philomel is gone? |
| A63107 | Anger& Shame by this time stirr''d his blood; Nor shall my little Quirister o''th''Wood Carry it thus: Not conquer her? |
| A63107 | Are wearied men Said to be robb''d of Burdens? |
| A63107 | As Ivie thrives which on the Oak takes hold, So with the Prophets may her Lines grow old, If they should die, who can the World forgive? |
| A63107 | But what avails all this to ease my Pain, If Galatea still unmov''d remain? |
| A63107 | But whither am I brought by unknown ways, Forc''d by the mighty Current of his Praise? |
| A63107 | Can none with thy belov''d compare? |
| A63107 | Can''st thou paint thy Mother''s Smile When she would some God beguile? |
| A63107 | Cou''dst thou, on mounting Wing, Olympus high, To Sinai''s mystick Head, or Oreb soar? |
| A63107 | Curst be the Dogs, curst be the woody shade Whose solitary Pleasure can perswade To follow Beasts, and fly a dying Maid? |
| A63107 | Do I force The falling fruit that drops into my hand? |
| A63107 | Dost thou, t''assist me, shod with wings repine? |
| A63107 | Doth he so much our Love transcend, That we should him alone intend? |
| A63107 | E''re I could well cross the Street, Who the Devil should I meet, But a young Lord out of a Chair? |
| A63107 | E''re time and place were time and place were not, When Primitive Nothing, something strait begot, Then all proceeded from the great united- What? |
| A63107 | ENvy, how dar''st thou say that I in vain Have spent my years, or with false Names profane The sacred Product of my fertile Brain? |
| A63107 | For where''s the generous Mortal now a- days That loves to hear a Poet''s well- tun''d Lays? |
| A63107 | For who can boast a perfect Innocence, Or run the nimble Race of humane Life Always along a spotless milkey way? |
| A63107 | Grant this succeeds but well, and I implore At your just hands, ye sacred Pow''rs, no more? |
| A63107 | Great sorrows overwhelm the tongue; And wouldst thou do me so much wrong, To let her know by halves, what I endure for her? |
| A63107 | Great was you Child, too great your Power before, Why should your fond Ambition wish for more? |
| A63107 | Has Flesh and Blood need of a Power divine To raise their Sympathy, and make''em joyn? |
| A63107 | His Sobs, his Sighs, his Passion who can tell? |
| A63107 | How can so small a Pipe and Throat Express so loud and sweet a Note? |
| A63107 | How could rough Armour suit with soft desire? |
| A63107 | How long is''t since each Field and Stream Did flow with English Blood? |
| A63107 | How will my Strength to bear my Grief suffice? |
| A63107 | How would the Glorious Theme my Senses fire, And each perfection would my Muse inspire? |
| A63107 | I always knew you jealous and severe; But does Cynisca''s Falshood plain appear? |
| A63107 | I dye deceiv''d, And cheated of my Life; who''d think t''have found Death in her Voice, in such a balsam VVound? |
| A63107 | I like whom pious Education fools; Who would not try to put her past her Rules? |
| A63107 | I. VVIlt thou not cease at my Desire? |
| A63107 | If Beauty, VVit, and Greatness she despise, What more alluring Baits can''st thou devise? |
| A63107 | If Death''s so pleasant, why shou''d you lament Mirtillo''s Fate? |
| A63107 | If large, who wou''d not roul in what he loves? |
| A63107 | In humble Accents I''ll adore The Beauty I admire, Tho I can never hope for more, Who would not so expire? |
| A63107 | Is he already dead? |
| A63107 | Is he like Thetis Son conceal''d, And from all manly Sports witheld, To keep him safe from VVar? |
| A63107 | Is it a Dream, or do I hear The voice that so delights mine ear? |
| A63107 | Is it blind Fury, or hard Fate, That makes you disagree? |
| A63107 | Is it''cause every thing must stoop to thee? |
| A63107 | Is there a Crime in being innocent? |
| A63107 | Is''t not enough to pimp for sacred Iove, But every Prince below must have a Love, Inflexible to all but Bawds above? |
| A63107 | LIdia, I conjure you say Why haste you so to make away Poor Sybaris with Love? |
| A63107 | Like some forsaken Turtle all alone, Where shall he sigh, or where his sorrows groan? |
| A63107 | Must I, unpitty''d, on bleak Rocks reside, Out- sigh the Winds, out- swell with Tears the Tide? |
| A63107 | Must those be courted that are made to yield Who parlies with a Foe that wants a Shield, Or asks men leave to do them Courtesies? |
| A63107 | My Curse, my Ruine, am I then despis''d? |
| A63107 | NO faith, No, I will not now; Could''st thou not one, not one Repulse allow? |
| A63107 | O what? |
| A63107 | O whither wilt thou fly? |
| A63107 | Of Cyrnus with his flaxen Hair and Beard, Or Prim''s Sons? |
| A63107 | Oh my Philander ope your Brest, I can no longer keep my heart, Why do you call it from its nest With such a soft resistless Art? |
| A63107 | Or bold Virago''s gentle Love inspire? |
| A63107 | Or by Reluctance aggravate my flame? |
| A63107 | Or can it e''re account for half my Pain, To stretch on Sedge, and view the rowling Main, Or breath my Griefs to this cold Tomb in vain? |
| A63107 | Or did''st thou spare my Life, that I A nobler Death for thee should dy? |
| A63107 | Or if she had not been so rich in Charms, Why should she travel for Offensive Arms? |
| A63107 | Or is it some unpunish''d Crime? |
| A63107 | Or is your Lawful Empire unconfin''d, And by a right to all, our Temple joyn''d? |
| A63107 | Or that proud Cliff whence false Tarpia fell? |
| A63107 | Or why d''ye try to sit To your right- hands your well- sheath''d Swords, More Murders to commit? |
| A63107 | Or wrestles as he did before? |
| A63107 | Or, who in''s Porch can hope to save his Plate? |
| A63107 | SOul of the World, Time''s Rival( Music) who, First matter yet in Ovo wert, Who shall declare thy Off- spring, or pursue, To keep Infinity in view? |
| A63107 | Shall I in close Retirement drive away With Books the Troubles of the Day? |
| A63107 | Shall I now cloath my feet again, And feet so lovely wash''d distain? |
| A63107 | Shall I then try the happy Shepherd''s Life? |
| A63107 | Shall mighty Iove Enrich a Prince with all the powerful Charms Of Beauty, Wit, and Vertue, Arts, and Arms? |
| A63107 | Since Natures self in all she did was seen, What Court her Dress or Motion could refine? |
| A63107 | T Is not that I am weary grown, Of being yours, and yours alone; But with what Face can I incline, To damn you to be only mine? |
| A63107 | TEll me Damon, lovely Swain, Prince of all our youthful Train, Why such a mighty Stranger grown To all our Pleasures, and your own? |
| A63107 | Tag ● … s his Treasures, or Per ● … s, For one of my Lycymnia''s Smiles? |
| A63107 | Tell me why this unusual heat Thus creeps about my heart, And why that heart indulges it And fondly takes its part? |
| A63107 | Tell me, ye softer Powers above, Tell me what unfledg''d thing Begins within my Breast to move, And try its tender wing? |
| A63107 | That he refuses me the common ease Of Bird and Beast? |
| A63107 | The Birds wild Note? |
| A63107 | The gliding stream? |
| A63107 | The matter lies not what, but how to have; What more can Mankind give, or Woman crave? |
| A63107 | The night and days continu''d course? |
| A63107 | The same free Looks that no disguises bear, The same sweet, generous, Melancholy are? |
| A63107 | The under- shrubs of Men give VVomen odds; Are these Proceedings fit for Kings or Gods? |
| A63107 | Then feather''d Atom, where in thee Can be compriz''d such Harmony? |
| A63107 | There''s Daphne, Cloe, Lidia, Is she more fair, more sweet than they? |
| A63107 | Tho now they may to some Perfection grow, Yet when you''re dead, what can Example do? |
| A63107 | Thou thy Skill, thy Art must show: Canst thou something here design That may Sweetness breath divine? |
| A63107 | V. Immur''d in Temples next it lay, and then The Praises of their Gods and mighty Men, Were only in request; What but the best cou''d fit the best? |
| A63107 | V. Who cou''d have thought, the Mighty Charles so well Supported, cou''d so soon have fell? |
| A63107 | VVHat means this tumult in my Veins, These eccho''d Groans and Sympathetick pains? |
| A63107 | VVhatever is to come, is not, How can it then be mine? |
| A63107 | WHat Scorn appears in those fair eyes, Where native sweetness us''d to flow, If your adorer you despise, On whom will you your Love bestow? |
| A63107 | WHat can this mean, what makes my Thus naked lie without a Coverlid? |
| A63107 | WHat horrid Crime did gentle Sleep displease? |
| A63107 | WHat makes a happy Life? |
| A63107 | WHat shall I do to give my soul some rest? |
| A63107 | WHat shall I do to learn some powerful Art, That can dissolve her Marble heart? |
| A63107 | WHat''s this that thus of Sleep bereaves my night? |
| A63107 | WHen, dearest Friend, oh when shall I be blest With thee and Damon, Silence, Shade, and Rest? |
| A63107 | WOuld you be quite cur''d of Love? |
| A63107 | Was e''re ambitious man forc''d to a Crown, Hunger compell''d to feed? |
| A63107 | Was it not then, by the first trading Charter, That all Commerce was but Exchange& Barter? |
| A63107 | We are Apollo''s Subjects, and not yours? |
| A63107 | What Charms can Earth produce, what Reason give, That this forlorn abandon''d Wretch should live? |
| A63107 | What Fury is''t? |
| A63107 | What God- head could Philander melt To such a flood of sighs, That gliding with the Tide unfelt, He might my Soul surprize? |
| A63107 | What Mortal can with Heav''n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair? |
| A63107 | What Passion draws your Thoughts away From all that''s lively, brisk, and gay? |
| A63107 | What Port, what Sea, so distant can be found Which Proteus has not blest with heavenly sound? |
| A63107 | What Region dost thou bless, what Land or Sea, Where shall I take my Course in search of thee? |
| A63107 | What Story is not full of Womens Woes, By plighted Faith betray''d, and broken Vows? |
| A63107 | What Tongue the Grief and Horror can express Which did both Parties equally possess? |
| A63107 | What a silly Whore art thou? |
| A63107 | What brainless Critick dares his Envy raise To blast a Style which you encline to praise? |
| A63107 | What do they fear on Earth, in Hell, or Heav''n? |
| A63107 | What else at first was Father Glaucus Trade? |
| A63107 | What entertainment can I give thee here; Thee, who hast feasted on such Joys with her? |
| A63107 | What have I here to do by Phillis left, Of past Delights, and future Hopes 〈 ◊ 〉? |
| A63107 | What if the Queen of Beauty should invade Minerva''s Province; She usurp her Trade? |
| A63107 | What makes my Damon secretly retire, Resolv''d in private to possess his Grief, When Damon''s Sheep require their Damon''s care? |
| A63107 | What makes the street- bespatter''d Lawyer trudge? |
| A63107 | What needs there more? |
| A63107 | What needs there more? |
| A63107 | What numbers would''st thou choose, what Praise display, When of Armagh thy mighty Song should be, Of Armagh''s Justice and his Piety? |
| A63107 | What oyl''s the turn- stile Conscience of a Judge? |
| A63107 | What remote noise is this? |
| A63107 | What see you in the Shulamite? |
| A63107 | What shall I do? |
| A63107 | What shall we say, when on the Deck we stand, And from afar behold the lessening Lund? |
| A63107 | What shall we think, when Ida''s Tops grow less, And with the Seas our Fears encrease? |
| A63107 | What, must I yield to the incroaching bane? |
| A63107 | What, tho I do n''t an ancient Lineage boast Or any Titles that enlarge my name? |
| A63107 | Whence do his Fears proceed? |
| A63107 | Where are thy Charms, thy White and Red, Thy lovely Mien? |
| A63107 | Where is not Death if gentle Caelia kill? |
| A63107 | Where rest they? |
| A63107 | Who gave you cruel Boy, o''er Verse such Pow''rs? |
| A63107 | Who had known That to great Sould Laertes he was Son? |
| A63107 | Who of the Lycian Princes e''re had heard? |
| A63107 | Who shall presume to sing? |
| A63107 | Who should I light on next, but one That''s the worst Poet in the Town? |
| A63107 | Who to another''s Pray''r now lends an Ear? |
| A63107 | Who to these Groves shall foreign Numbers bring? |
| A63107 | Who would stand knocking at an unlock''d Gate? |
| A63107 | Who''s this that like the Morning shews, When she her Paths with Roses strews? |
| A63107 | Who''s this whose feet the Hills ascend From Desarts, leaning on her Friend? |
| A63107 | Why Heat, and Clouds of Dust to bear, Does he no more approve? |
| A63107 | Why boasts he not his Limbs grown black With bearing Arms, or his strong Back With which he threw the Bar? |
| A63107 | Why do''st thou urge her fate? |
| A63107 | Why dost thou sing to hear me cry, Wanton Songster, tell me why? |
| A63107 | Why hates he now the open Air? |
| A63107 | Why is he now afraid to ride Upon his Gallick Steed? |
| A63107 | Why leaves he off his martial Pride? |
| A63107 | Why name I these? |
| A63107 | Why should I speak of Syrens, or relate Their 〈 ◊ 〉 Songs, and the pleas''d Sailer''s Fate? |
| A63107 | Why should I stray and turn to those, Thy seeming Friends, and real Foes? |
| A63107 | Why should men think me melancholly, Because I sleep, and eat, and walk alone? |
| A63107 | Why should we thus against our Nature fight, And vex our selves with this false Parthian flight? |
| A63107 | Why swims he not the Tyber o''re? |
| A63107 | Why wou''d you abrogate my firm Resolve, And with these Fears repeal the thoughts of Death? |
| A63107 | Why, little Charmer of the Air, Dost thou in Musick spend the Morn, While I thus languish in Despair, Opprest by Cynthia''s Fate and Scorn? |
| A63107 | Will these small Organs never Tire? |
| A63107 | Without the sweets of Melody To tune our vital Breath, Who would not give it up to Death, And in the silent Grave contented lye? |
| A63107 | Would you not leave the Council board If she past by, and gave the word? |
| A63107 | Yet what, ye Gods, have I e''re done or meant, To merit such an heavy Punishment? |
| A63107 | can they both so quickly thirst For such another Flood? |
| A63107 | canst thou behold the Sun? |
| A63107 | could one weak Virgin do? |
| A63107 | had ye then no Thunder- bolts in store? |
| A63107 | how oft did''st thou my power deride, Tho both by Verse and Temper too enclin''d To pay an Homage to all Womankind? |
| A63107 | how quick the Spirit moves? |
| A63107 | in what graceful shade When scorching Beams the Fields invade? |
| A63107 | my good Lord, would you not lose The Incomes of the Golden Isles? |
| A63107 | nay, all delight That ever fed the Eye, or charm''d the Ear, But Sparks of the same Harmony, tho less unite? |
| A63107 | said he, Before this Fleet, can my Right question''d be? |
| A63107 | said he, Rome''s Walls excell? |
| A63107 | shall I lye In Pangs of Death, without the pow''r to dye? |
| A63107 | shouldst thou begin, what tongue could tell The raging pangs of Love I feel? |
| A63107 | the Oceans sourse? |
| A63107 | these my waited Joys, My Bride, and promis''d Race of cheerful Boys? |
| A63107 | unseen, he drew, For what ca n''t lewd Imagination do? |
| A63107 | what a gloomy Cloud Does humane sense and apprehension shroud? |
| A63107 | what are men when thus by Passion driven? |
| A63107 | what shall I do? |
| A63107 | what''s Wealth, if still the hoarded Gold From others under Lock and Key you hold? |
| A63107 | whither fled? |
| A63107 | why do''st thou wound Him whom so late thy pity found? |
| A63107 | — Yet''t were in vain, I fear,( Who would have thought the Shepherd other were?) |
| A43265 | ( Alas she reply''d) How is that possible, since he that only can content me is so far distant, and so much Sea and Land is interposed betwixt us? |
| A43265 | Alas, the Contract''s broke: my Wife? |
| A43265 | Alas, ● re you consumed by Fire, and has your Destiny prepared these Flames to be our Nuptial Tor ● hes? |
| A43265 | Am not I your Father in years, more in well- wishing? |
| A43265 | Am not I your Father''s Friend, professing the same Studies, which the more indears me to him? |
| A43265 | And how chanced it we saw her not as we came down? |
| A43265 | As soo ● as Thyamis beheld him, Do you not see, said he to T ● eag ● nes, how the guilty Petisoris trembles? |
| A43265 | At length she said, Father, since you say, and I believe this to be the pleasure of the Gods, what shall I do? |
| A43265 | But Tyrrhenus, how came you to discover this Plot? |
| A43265 | But after you had known the G ● ds following the mark that Homer gave you, what was the Sequel I beseech you? |
| A43265 | But how did she shew to day? |
| A43265 | But now let me question you, I pray, whither, or upon what occasion are you travelling? |
| A43265 | But tell me, What method do you propose? |
| A43265 | But to what purpose( if we regard our safety) should we destroy these, when we are environ''d with such a Sea, and vast numbers behind? |
| A43265 | But what Commands have you for me? |
| A43265 | But what can the Rhime contain concerning ● ou, which consists of Contradictions? |
| A43265 | But what is to be done? |
| A43265 | But what( O Gods) hath he performed? |
| A43265 | But wherefore do you not now discover your self? |
| A43265 | But who is this that stands next them, and seems to be an Eunuch? |
| A43265 | But why do I charge the Gods with unkindness? |
| A43265 | By what Name shall I call thee? |
| A43265 | By what means? |
| A43265 | Calasiris ask''d her the cause of that expedition? |
| A43265 | Charicles came running to meet me, and asked me, what I thought of his Child? |
| A43265 | Damoeneta persisting to exasperate him against me; Did not I tell you this? |
| A43265 | Did not the Herald tell you that he was a Thessalian( I replied) when he proclaimed his Name? |
| A43265 | Dissembling Traytor, he replyed, wouldst thou have me to be the Historian of thy Villanies? |
| A43265 | Do my Eyes deceive me? |
| A43265 | Do not you know that Painters draw Love winged, signifying as in a Riddle, the agility of those that he surprizes? |
| A43265 | Do you ask me( replyed the man) whither I go so fast? |
| A43265 | Do you not fear the Law, that pronounces Death upon Offenders in this kind? |
| A43265 | Do you not know that the Maids Father is one of the principal Men of Delphos? |
| A43265 | Doth ought in that Writing trouble you? |
| A43265 | For how shall he be found our Son? |
| A43265 | For what rea ● on, Mother? |
| A43265 | For why did I plot against him, and rather not use him kindly? |
| A43265 | Has she promised him, Mother? |
| A43265 | Have you then dominion over them, said Thyamis? |
| A43265 | He confessing it; she farther ask''d, If he had taken him Prisoner? |
| A43265 | He d ● manded the Origine of the Nile, and is there was any thing in the City worth Sigh ● or Admiration? |
| A43265 | He paus''d a while, and then unwillingly rising up, Am I only commanded to go, or my Sister here with me? |
| A43265 | How came it to pass, Father, said Knemon, that you should be compelled to wander abroad? |
| A43265 | How can he be fair, replied Theagenes, that pleases not Chariclea? |
| A43265 | How can it be Creditable or Profitable to you to detain the Strangers? |
| A43265 | How may I be assur''d that this is She? |
| A43265 | How mean you, said she? |
| A43265 | How should I know? |
| A43265 | How( said Calasiris) will you never be satisfied with hearing? |
| A43265 | Hydaspes again ask''d her, Of what Country? |
| A43265 | Hydaspes farther asked him, Since he was overcome, what punishment he determined upon himself? |
| A43265 | Hydaspes in the mean time, ask''d by his Officers, if there were any of the Embassadours yet unanswer''d? |
| A43265 | Hydaspes smiled, and askt what Judgment that could be? |
| A43265 | I am glad with all my heart( said Knemon) that he hath won the Crown and stoln a Kiss; but I pray you what follows? |
| A43265 | I cried, what do you say? |
| A43265 | I demanded of Charicles who these AEneans were, and what the Sacrifice was they celebrated? |
| A43265 | I do not know, replyed I, but why do you enquire so curiously? |
| A43265 | I perceive it, replyed he: But how have you resolv''d in this Encounter? |
| A43265 | I started, trembling at the vision, and Theagenes asking me what the matter was? |
| A43265 | If Oroondates had lost the Battel? |
| A43265 | In which attempt my Life was in danger, and I only escaped of those that guarded him? |
| A43265 | Is She not distracted, or of insu ● ● ● rable B ● l ● ness, thus to Claim Kindred with us, to save her Life? |
| A43265 | Is not my Discourse yet tedious? |
| A43265 | Is that your resolution, said I? |
| A43265 | Is there no hope of her Recovery? |
| A43265 | Knemon therefore intercepting her sorrow, said, What means this practice Chariclea? |
| A43265 | Madam, said she, what frenzy is this? |
| A43265 | My Father coming home about noon next day, and finding her a Bed, asked her how she did? |
| A43265 | My Love, though not my Nature, was a Father to them, so they esteemed and called me; But tell me how came you to know them? |
| A43265 | Neither a Grecian, nor a Stranger, he replyed; but this Countryman, an AEgyptian: How come you then to wear these Grecian Robes? |
| A43265 | Next Morning, coming to Chariclea''s Chamber, I found others of her Friends weeping, but Charicles most bitterly: I asked him, what the Matter was? |
| A43265 | No said the old Man, Fortune hath otherwise disposed: Knemon wondring at his Answer, asked him, Are you a Grecian, Stranger, or of whence? |
| A43265 | No, by Apollo, replyed he: For how, or whence should I know that? |
| A43265 | Not if your own Son Achemenes come( said the person?) |
| A43265 | Now, Nausicles, what do you imagine became of these Pirates? |
| A43265 | O Wisest of Men, said Hydaspes to Sysimathres, instruct us what we are to do? |
| A43265 | O poor unfortunate Men, said they, what Blindness hath seized your Spirits? |
| A43265 | Of what part of Greece? |
| A43265 | Or how he could come in any Danger from her? |
| A43265 | Or how is it you speak Greek in AEgypt? |
| A43265 | Or how shall we work our- selves out from the streights that encompass us? |
| A43265 | Or whence do you come? |
| A43265 | Or, supposing that Hydaspes acknowledge them, who is there to perswade him that Persina gave them or was Mother to the Child? |
| A43265 | Persina was now more astonished: Hydaspes asking her if she knew them? |
| A43265 | Shall I leave Chariclea, before she has found her Theagenes? |
| A43265 | Shall Merabus your Brothers Son come first, said the Officer? |
| A43265 | She answer''d she did? |
| A43265 | She therefore cry''d out, O my dear Children, why do you thus take on? |
| A43265 | Strang ● rs said he? |
| A43265 | Sweetest, Is it true that I yet behold you Living, or( perishing in the execution) have you encreased the number of the dead? |
| A43265 | The AEgyptians observing this, presently altered their Opinions; What, said th ● y, are these the actions of a Goddess? |
| A43265 | The Herald utter''d these words: Arsace, Wife of Oroondates, the Governour; and Sister to the King; demands of you, Who you are? |
| A43265 | The question which she ask''d of him was, If her Son, who was yet living, should return safe home? |
| A43265 | The very same Theagenes and Chariclea( cryed Knemon) Where are they for the God''s sake? |
| A43265 | Then turning to the Gymnosophists, he asked them, Why they did not begin? |
| A43265 | Then you are an Athenian( said Calasiris) I am; ● our Name I pray you? |
| A43265 | Then( turning towards the King) Do you command, Sir, Strangers or People of this Country to be offered? |
| A43265 | Then, said he to Chariclea aside, is Death the Reward of Chastity in AEthiopia? |
| A43265 | These Words gave new Life to Theagenes ● The Gods be thanked( said he) that have preserved those Sun- Beams: But what was the Matter? |
| A43265 | This seems probable, said Theagenes, by the Deliverance that you have had; but what Pantarbe shall defend us from to morrows danger? |
| A43265 | This would be inhumane? |
| A43265 | This yet( said Theagenes) gives us some breathing space from our afflictions; but how may we call you? |
| A43265 | To what purpose should I now live, what hope is left? |
| A43265 | Tyrrhenus himself hearing us, rose out of his Bed, and demanded what we meant to do? |
| A43265 | Was it a Dream or Reality, which now comes into my mind? |
| A43265 | We call him the best Judge answer''d Sysimathres, who is a Patron of Equity: But how do we seem more, to Patronize the Maid than you? |
| A43265 | Were you ever there Chari ● les? |
| A43265 | What Apartment has it prepar''d for me? |
| A43265 | What Bride- chamber has it adorn''d? |
| A43265 | What God or Demi- god was that( said Nausicles) whose name was such a bug- bear to his ears? |
| A43265 | What Marriage, Son, said Cybele? |
| A43265 | What Persons Aspect has disturb''d my Charge? |
| A43265 | What Strangers are those within,( said he) and from whence? |
| A43265 | What War had been fought? |
| A43265 | What a brave fellow is Bacchus? |
| A43265 | What contrivance can be found to free me from the detested Embrace of Arsace, and you from Achemenes? |
| A43265 | What if I ● m the Nymph with whom you are to arrive ● nto AEthiopia, after you have escaped from the Bonds of Arsace? |
| A43265 | What ill luck have we? |
| A43265 | What indisposition has seized on my Child? |
| A43265 | What is it, Son, said she, that you so curiously enquire after? |
| A43265 | What is there to be done for her Relief? |
| A43265 | What new passion transports you? |
| A43265 | What other time do you expect? |
| A43265 | What reason have I to believe you, said Chariclea? |
| A43265 | What say you Father, he replied, would Chariclea see me? |
| A43265 | What say you to this, said Hydaspes, turning to Theagenes? |
| A43265 | What say you? |
| A43265 | What shall we do, Cybele, said she? |
| A43265 | What then must become of the two strangers, said Cybele, during this time? |
| A43265 | What will you not Arm and pursue your Enemies? |
| A43265 | When he was brought, she ask''d him if he knew Achemenes, who stood by him? |
| A43265 | When she had admitted their consolation, they began to demand of her, What person it was whom she bewail''d? |
| A43265 | When the Messengers came for them, they ask''d, Whither they were to be carry''d? |
| A43265 | When therefore the former were taken off, and the Golden Chains put on, Theagenes smiling, said, What means this splendid Change? |
| A43265 | When this was done, and the Boy departed, What Mischief, said Euphrates, has occasion''d this untimely and unexpected Arrival? |
| A43265 | When we were come to Chariclea( why should I use many Words?) |
| A43265 | Where at l ● st wilt thou end the Progress of our Miseries? |
| A43265 | Where is he? |
| A43265 | Who is so vain and hardy, as not to be taken with that Beauty, and not account such an enjoyment the greatest happiness? |
| A43265 | Who is that Thisbe, said Calasiris, how come you to know her, having heard her named? |
| A43265 | Why are you( said she) so averse to Love? |
| A43265 | Why do we not therefore receive them, and know for what purpose they are sent? |
| A43265 | Why do you abandon your reason, and give way to misfortune? |
| A43265 | Why do you destroy your self before the day of your fortune approaches? |
| A43265 | Why should I trouble you with many words? |
| A43265 | Why therefore do you conceal it( Daughter) said I, and not rather open your Infirmity with confidence, that you may receive help with speed? |
| A43265 | Why was I an Enemy, and not rather a Suppl ● ant at his Feet? |
| A43265 | Will you not forbear( replied Theagenes) to mock me and abuse me yet again? |
| A43265 | Will you not take and punish them who have done you such an injury? |
| A43265 | With what intention, or for what cause you are come hither with your Army? |
| A43265 | Would it not make any man mad, said Knemon, to hear that Thisbe is alive again? |
| A43265 | Would you have me tell you how the Moon excells the Stars? |
| A43265 | You Authors of Prodigies, What Portent is this? |
| A43265 | You say true, reply ● d Cariclea, but pray how do you? |
| A43265 | Your Fortune? |
| A43265 | and being fascinated, do you make it a Secret, as if you had done wrong, and not received an injury from the Eyes that have so maliciously beheld you? |
| A43265 | and he, Does Chariclea live? |
| A43265 | and why doth it trouble you so much to understand she lives? |
| A43265 | another asked me why we ador ● Creatures, and hold them Sacred and Divine? |
| A43265 | answer''d he, am I not worthy to marry my fellow Servant? |
| A43265 | are you, ah me, a Slave, as I am? |
| A43265 | can not all our past miseries extinguish thy revenge? |
| A43265 | can you not, not even in Death be ravished from me, but will your shadow be yet a loooker on, and sharer in my Fortunes? |
| A43265 | do Goddesses kiss dead Men? |
| A43265 | had he not reason to give me one refusal? |
| A43265 | hath she not expos''d us to the danger of War? |
| A43265 | have you not yet a mind to sleep, being the Night is spent so far? |
| A43265 | is that free and generous Courage( patient of any Servitude but that of Love) now made a Captive? |
| A43265 | must then my Daughter perish? |
| A43265 | or how could you call him Brother, when you were together brought into my Presence at Syene? |
| A43265 | or to whom will her Looks give wings, and make him fly in the Ayr like me? |
| A43265 | or will you stay till the Knife has pierc''d our Throats? |
| A43265 | said Charicles: Did she add any ornament to the Ceremony? |
| A43265 | said I, is the fair Theagenes here, and I not see him? |
| A43265 | said I: I was, replyed he: I demand ● d if he had any business there? |
| A43265 | said Knemon, and took himself in the manner, and so stopped his Speech: The Old Man asking him what was the matter? |
| A43265 | said Knemon, is not that Chariclea''s Voyce? |
| A43265 | said he, can you conceal the Evil that torments you from your Father? |
| A43265 | some enquired of the form and structure of our Pyramids? |
| A43265 | submitted us to the mercy of Thieves? |
| A43265 | what Terror did invade you? |
| A43265 | what have we here? |
| A43265 | why do ye mourn for her as dead that lives? |
| A43265 | why then do you not carry me to her? |
| A43266 | ( Alas she reply''d) How is that possible, since he that only can content me is so far distant, and so much Sea and Land is interposed betwixt us? |
| A43266 | Alas, are you consumed by Fire, and has your Destiny prepared these Flames to be our Nuptial Torches? |
| A43266 | Alas, the Contract''s broke: my Wife? |
| A43266 | Am not I your Father in years, more in well- wishing? |
| A43266 | Am not I your Father''s Friend, professing the same Studies, which the more in- dears me to him? |
| A43266 | And how chanced it we saw her not as we came down? |
| A43266 | As soon as Thyamis beheld him, Do you not see, said he to Theagenes, how the guilty Petisoris trembles? |
| A43266 | At length she said, Father, since you say, and I believe this to be the pleasure of the Gods, what shall I do? |
| A43266 | At these Words, drawing his Sword, to run himself upon it, Knemon caught hold of him, and asked what he meant? |
| A43266 | But Tyrrhenus, how came you to discover this Plot? |
| A43266 | But after you had known the Gods following the mark that Homer gave you, what was the Sequel I beseech you? |
| A43266 | But how did she shew to day? |
| A43266 | But now let me question you, I pray, whither, or upon what occasion are you travelling? |
| A43266 | But tell me, What method do you propose? |
| A43266 | But to what purpose( if we regard our safety) should we destroy these, when we are environ''d with such a Sea, and vast numbers behind? |
| A43266 | But what Commands have you for me? |
| A43266 | But what can the Rhime contain concerning you, which consists of Contradictions? |
| A43266 | But what is to be done? |
| A43266 | But wherefore do you not now discover your self? |
| A43266 | But who is this that stands next them, and seems to be an Eunuch? |
| A43266 | But why do I charge the Gods with unkindness? |
| A43266 | By what Name shall I call thee? |
| A43266 | By what means? |
| A43266 | Calasiris ask''d her the cause of that expedition? |
| A43266 | Charicles came running to meet me, and asked me, what I thought of his Child? |
| A43266 | Damoeneta persisting to exasperate him against me; Did not I tell you this? |
| A43266 | Did not the Herald tell you that he was a Thessalian( I replied) when he proclaimed his Name? |
| A43266 | Dissembling Traytor, he replyed, wouldst thou have me to be the Historian of thy Villanies? |
| A43266 | Do my Eyes deceive me? |
| A43266 | Do not you know that Painters draw Love winged, signifying as in a Riddle, the agility of those that he surprizes? |
| A43266 | Do you ask me( replyed the man) whither I go so fast? |
| A43266 | Do you not fear the Law, that pronounces Death upon Offenders in this kind? |
| A43266 | Do you not know that the Maids Father is one of the principal Men of Delphos? |
| A43266 | Doth ought in that Writing trouble you? |
| A43266 | For how shall he be found our Son? |
| A43266 | For what reason, Mother? |
| A43266 | For why did I plot against him, and rather not use him kindly? |
| A43266 | Has she promised him, Mother? |
| A43266 | Have you then dominion over them, said Thyamis? |
| A43266 | He confessing it; she farther ask''d, If he had taken him Prisoner? |
| A43266 | He demanded the Origine of the Nile, and if there was any thing in the City worth Sight or Admiration? |
| A43266 | He paus''d a while, and then unwillingly rising up, Am I only commanded to go, or my Sister here with me? |
| A43266 | How came it to pass, Father, said Knemon, that you should be compelled to wander abroad? |
| A43266 | How can he be fair, replied Theagenes, that pleases not Chariclea? |
| A43266 | How can it be Creditable or Profitale to you to detain the Strangers? |
| A43266 | How may I be assur''d that this is She? |
| A43266 | How mean you, said she? |
| A43266 | How should I know? |
| A43266 | How( said Calasiris) will you never be satisfied with hearing? |
| A43266 | Hydaspes again ask''d her, Of what Country? |
| A43266 | Hydaspes farther asked him, Since he was overcome, what punishment he determined upon himself? |
| A43266 | Hydaspes in the mean time, ask''d by his Officers, if there were any of the Embassadours yet unanswer''d? |
| A43266 | Hydaspes smiled, and askt what Judgment that could be? |
| A43266 | I am glad with all my heart( said Knemon) that he hath won the Crown and stoln a Kiss; but I pray you what follows? |
| A43266 | I cried, what do you say? |
| A43266 | I do not know, replyed I, but why do you enquire so curiously? |
| A43266 | I perceive it, replyed he: But how have you resolv''d in this Encounter? |
| A43266 | I started, trembling at the vision, and The- agenes asking me what the matter was? |
| A43266 | Idemanded of Charicles who these Aeneans were, and what the Sacrifice was they celebrated? |
| A43266 | If Oroondates had lost the Battel? |
| A43266 | In which attempt my Life was in danger, and I only escaped of those that guarded him? |
| A43266 | Is She not distracted, or of insufferable Boldness, thus to Claim Kindred with us, to save her Life? |
| A43266 | Is not my Discourse yet tedious? |
| A43266 | Is that your resolution, said I? |
| A43266 | Is there no hope of her Recovery? |
| A43266 | Knemon therefore intercepting her sorrow, said, What means this practice Chariclea? |
| A43266 | Madam, said she, what frenzy is this? |
| A43266 | My Father coming home about noon next day, and finding her a Bed, asked her how she did? |
| A43266 | My Love, though not my Nature, was a Father to them, so they esteemed and called me; But tell me how came you to know them? |
| A43266 | Neither a Grecian, nor a Stranger, he replyed; but this Countryman, an Aegyptian: How come you then to wear these Grecian Robes? |
| A43266 | Next Morning, coming to Chariclea''s Chamber, I found others of her Friends weeping, but Charicles most bitterly: I asked him, what the Matter was? |
| A43266 | No said the old Man, Fortune hath otherwise disposed: Knemon wondring at his Answer, asked him, Are you a Grecian, Stranger, or of whence? |
| A43266 | No, by Apollo, replyed he: For how, or whence should I know that? |
| A43266 | Not if your own Son Achemenes come( said the person?) |
| A43266 | Now, Nausicles, what do you imagine became of these Pirates? |
| A43266 | O Calasiris? |
| A43266 | O Wisest of Men, said Hydaspes to Sysimathres, instruct us what we are to do? |
| A43266 | O poor unfortunate Men, said they, what Blindness hath seized your Spirits? |
| A43266 | Of what part of Greece? |
| A43266 | Or how he could come in any Danger from her? |
| A43266 | Or how is it you speak Greek in Aegypt? |
| A43266 | Or how shall we work our selves out from the streights that encompass us? |
| A43266 | Or whence do you come? |
| A43266 | Or, supposing that Hydaspes acknowledge them, who is there to perswade him that Persina gave them or was Mother to the Child? |
| A43266 | Persina was now more astonished: Hydaspes asking her if she knew them? |
| A43266 | Shall I leave Chariclea, before she has found her Theagenes? |
| A43266 | Shall Merabus your Brothers Son come first, said the Officer? |
| A43266 | She answer''d she did? |
| A43266 | She therefore Cry''d out, O my dear Children, why do you thus take on? |
| A43266 | Strangers said he? |
| A43266 | Sweetest, Is it true that I yet behold you Living, or( perishing in the execution) have you encreased the number of the dead? |
| A43266 | The Aegyptians observing this, presently altered their Opinions; What, said they, are these the actions of a Goddess? |
| A43266 | The Herald utter''d these words: Arsace, Wife of Oroondates, the Governour; and Sister to the King; demands of you, who you are? |
| A43266 | The question which she ask''d of him was, If her Son, who was yet living, should return safe home? |
| A43266 | The very same Theagenes and Chariclea( cryed Knemon) Where are they for the God''s sake? |
| A43266 | Then turning to the Gymnosophists, he asked them, Why they did not begin? |
| A43266 | Then you are an Athenian( said Calasiris) I am; Your Name I pray you? |
| A43266 | Then( turning towards the King) Do you command, Sir, Strangers or People of this Country to be offered? |
| A43266 | Then, said he to Chariclea aside, is Death the Reward of Chastity in Aethiopia? |
| A43266 | These Words gave new Life to Theagenes: The Gods be thanked( said he) that have preserved those Sun- Beams: But what was the Matter? |
| A43266 | This seems probable, said Theagenes, by the Deliverance that you have had; but what Pantarbe shall defend us from to morrows danger? |
| A43266 | This would be inhumane? |
| A43266 | This yet( said Theagenes) gives us some breathing space from our afflictions; but how may we call you? |
| A43266 | To what purpose should I now live, what hope is left? |
| A43266 | Tou say true, replyed Cariclea, but pray how do you? |
| A43266 | Tyrrhenus himself hearing us, rose out of his Bed, and demanded what we meant to do? |
| A43266 | Was it a Dream or Reality, which now comes into my mind? |
| A43266 | We call him the best Judge answer''d Sysimathres, who is a Patron of Equity: But how do we seem more, to Patronize the Maid than you? |
| A43266 | Were you ever there Charicles? |
| A43266 | What Apartment has it prepar''d for me? |
| A43266 | What Bride- chamber has it adorn''d? |
| A43266 | What God or Demi- god was that( said Nausicles) whose name was such a bug- bear to his ears? |
| A43266 | What Marriage, Son, said Cybele? |
| A43266 | What Persons Aspect has disturb''d my Charge? |
| A43266 | What Strangers are those within,( said he) and from whence? |
| A43266 | What War had been fought? |
| A43266 | What a brave fellow is Bacchus? |
| A43266 | What contrivance can be found to free me from the detested Embrace of Arsace, and you from Achemenes? |
| A43266 | What if I am the Nymph with whom you are to arrive into Aethiopia, after you have escaped from the Bonds of Arsace? |
| A43266 | What ill luck have we? |
| A43266 | What indisposition has seized on my Child? |
| A43266 | What is it, Son, said she, that you so curiously enquire after? |
| A43266 | What is there to be done for her Relief? |
| A43266 | What new passion transports you? |
| A43266 | What other time do you expect? |
| A43266 | What reason have I to believe you, said Chariclea? |
| A43266 | What say you Father, he replied, would Chariclea see me? |
| A43266 | What say you to this, said Hydaspes, turning to Theagenes? |
| A43266 | What say you? |
| A43266 | What shall we do, Cybele, said she? |
| A43266 | What then must become of the two strangers, said Cybele, during this time? |
| A43266 | What will you not Arm and pursue your Enemies? |
| A43266 | When he was brought, she ask''d him if he knew Achemenes, who stood by him? |
| A43266 | When she had admitted their consolation, they began to demand of her, What person it was whom she bewail''d? |
| A43266 | When the Messengers came for them, they ask''d, Wither they were to be carry''d? |
| A43266 | When therefore the former were taken off, and the Golden Chains put on, Theagenes smiling, said, What means this splendid Change? |
| A43266 | When this was done, and the Boy departed, What Mischief, said Euphrates, has occasion''d this untimely and unexpected Arrival? |
| A43266 | When we were come to Chariclea( why should I use many Words?) |
| A43266 | Where at last wilt thou end the Progress of our Miseries? |
| A43266 | Where is he? |
| A43266 | Who is so vain and hardy, as not to be taken with that Beauty, and not account such an enjoyment the greatest happiness? |
| A43266 | Who is that Thisbe, said Calasiris, how come you to know her, having heard her named? |
| A43266 | Why are you( said she) so averse to Love? |
| A43266 | Why do we not therefore receive them, and know for what purpose they are sent? |
| A43266 | Why do you abandon your reason, and give way to misfortune? |
| A43266 | Why do you destroy your self before the day of your fortune approaches? |
| A43266 | Why should I trouble you with many words? |
| A43266 | Why therefore do you conceal it( Daughter) said I, and not rather open your Infirmity with confidence, that you may receive help with speed? |
| A43266 | Why was I an Enemy, and not rather a Suppliant at his Feet? |
| A43266 | Will you not forbear( replied Theagenes) to mock me and abuse me yet again? |
| A43266 | Will you not take and punish them who have done you such an injury? |
| A43266 | With what intention, or for what cause you are come hither with your Army? |
| A43266 | Would it not make any man mad, said Knemon, to hear that Thisbe is alive again? |
| A43266 | Would you heve me tell you how the Moon excells the Stars? |
| A43266 | You Authors of Prodigies, What Portent is this? |
| A43266 | Your Fortune? |
| A43266 | and being fascinated, do you make it a Secret, as if you had done wrong, and not received an injury from the Eyes that have so maliciously beheld you? |
| A43266 | and why doth it trouble you so much to understand she lives? |
| A43266 | another asked me why we adore Creatures, and hold them Sacred and Divine? |
| A43266 | answer''d he, am I not worthy to marry my fellow Servant? |
| A43266 | are you, ah me, a Slave, as I am? |
| A43266 | but what( O Gods) hath he performed? |
| A43266 | can not all our past miseries extinguish thy revenge? |
| A43266 | can you not, not even in Death be ravished from me, but will your shadow be yet a loooker on, and sharer in my Fortunes? |
| A43266 | do Goddesses kiss dead Men? |
| A43266 | had he not reason to give me one refusal? |
| A43266 | hath she not expos''d us to the danger of War? |
| A43266 | have you not yet a mind to sleep, being the Night is spent so far? |
| A43266 | is that free and generous Courage( patient of any Servitude but that of Love) now made a Captive? |
| A43266 | must then my Daughter perish? |
| A43266 | or how could you call him Brother, when you were together brought into my Presence at Syene? |
| A43266 | or to whom will her Looks give wings, and make him fly in the A ● s like me? |
| A43266 | or will you stay till the Knife has pierc''d our Throats? |
| A43266 | said Charitles: Did she add any ornament to the Ceremony? |
| A43266 | said I, is the fair Theagenes here, and I not see him? |
| A43266 | said I: I was, replyed he: I demanded if he had any business there? |
| A43266 | said Knemon, and took himself in the manner, and so stopped his Speech: The old Man asking him what was the matter? |
| A43266 | said Knemon, is not that Chariclea''s Voyce? |
| A43266 | said, he, can you conceal the Evil that torments you from your Father? |
| A43266 | some enquired of the form and structure of our Pyramids? |
| A43266 | submitted us to the mercy of Thieves? |
| A43266 | what Terror did invade you? |
| A43266 | what have we here? |
| A43266 | why do ye mourn for her as dead that lives? |
| A43266 | why then do you not carry me to her? |