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.
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A44464 | Can Verses writ by such an Author live? |
A44464 | Give Poets leave to make themselves away, Why should it be a greater sin to kill, Then to keep Men alive against their will? |
A44464 | In Plautus or Caecilius? |
A44464 | The laboring mountain scarce brings forth a mouse ▪ How far is this from the Meonian Stile? |
A44464 | Why is he honour''d with a Poets Name, Who neither knows, nor would observe a Rule? |
A44464 | Why should I Be envy''d for the little I Invent, When Ennius and Cato''s copious Stile Have so enrich''d, and so adorn''d our Tongue? |
A36014 | And who tickled Doll in the Dairy? |
A36014 | Art thou return''d, old heart of Oak? |
A36014 | Basia da nobis Diadumene, pressa,& c PRithee, dear Youth, let me some kisses have: D''y''ask how many wou''d suffice? |
A36014 | COme Ned, what need it trouble thee, or I, What end the Gods will give? |
A36014 | Ca n''t you take off your Cups in quiet? |
A36014 | Come, for shame let''s no more in such Quarrels embark, But ev''ry Man start a fresh Query, Who met my Lady upon the Stairs in the dark? |
A36014 | How then can wretched I, Whom all the pangs of Love do thus enrage, Forbear to try Whether Alexis wo n''t my panting pains asswage? |
A36014 | Must he himself thus quite unman,''Cause Phillis proves a Bitch? |
A36014 | See how Jack hangs his Ears at such Questions as these, What need''st thou be asham''d to hear on''t? |
A36014 | That stole me from my self away, And fixt me to your Bed? |
A36014 | Then may the Gods be blest: How oft have we escapt the fatal stroke, That Thousands sent to Rest? |
A36014 | Those former Graces fled? |
A36014 | Vir bonus,& Pauper,& c. WHat''s this you say? |
A36014 | Vis fieri Liber? |
A36014 | Vitam quae faciunt Beatiorem,& c. WOuld you know what it is, that can make a man blest? |
A36014 | WHat a Pox is the meaning of all this clutter? |
A36014 | WHat cursed Love- sick Devil can Poor Strephon so bewitch? |
A36014 | WHat foolish Youth has Molly now drawn in To be her Cully Mate? |
A36014 | WHat makes you thus still Curse your Fate, And Dam your wretched Stars? |
A36014 | What then the Devil made you come to Town? |
A36014 | Where are those Charms now gone astray? |
A36014 | Why from your Transports shou''d I thus delay? |
A36014 | You''re Honest, Good and Just? |
A36014 | into some corner sneak, And there begin to melt: What Heart of harden''d Steel that wou''d not break, If it such Thumpings felt? |
A45579 | And what''s the reason of this? |
A45579 | But Cui? |
A45579 | But Quomodo? |
A45579 | Did they not prove an ominous tempest to Ovid, when for them his punishment was no lesse then banishment? |
A45579 | Doth a man delight in reading vicious and lascivious Authors? |
A45579 | I can not here but commemorate that worthy saying of an ancie ● t Father to this purpose in hand: Quid est quod dicis, Ego dives, ille pauper? |
A45579 | Laudas tu, but Qualis tu? |
A45579 | No great matter, for Quis tu? |
A45579 | Quisquis tibi enumerat merita sua, quid tibi enumerat nisi munera tua? |
A45579 | Sarcinam tuam commemoras, pondus tuum laudas; taceas laudestuas, qui miserationes tuas n ● n consideras: What''s thou sayest, I am rich, he is poor? |
A45579 | Shall I call these three, three severall Books, in which a man may read Heaven? |
A45579 | Shall I go yet further, and perswade you that Reading is a kinde of Meditation? |
A45579 | So these come to be seers, not to hear their Seer, or perchance to be seen, rather then to be taught; and why? |
A45579 | Such a one will protect,''t is alienum, of another mans writing; and why? |
A45579 | The Printers Presse is like unto a Garden, where are stinking weeds, as well as sweet- smelling flowers; what do I then? |
A45579 | The Printers Presse is like unto the World, where are bad men as well as good? |
A45579 | To whom dost thou praise a neighbour? |
A45579 | What profit is it for a man to be bandied up and down in the Tennis- Court of this World with the Racket of Praise? |
A45579 | What though St. Augustine was converted by reading some part of the thirteenth chapter of St. Paul to the Romanes? |
A45579 | Where I finde some good Books, many bad; what do I then? |
A45579 | Wilt thou therefore conclude that the word read doth out- poise the word Preached in the balance of profit? |
A45579 | With what face then can I pride my self up in a self- conceit of merit? |
A45579 | 〈 ◊ 〉 you will say, s Re roof a Re ● roach? |
A44478 | ''T is a hard Frost: Will''t bear another Coat? |
A44478 | ''t is very cold to day, How do you like these Verses, or that Play? |
A44478 | ( And if it ben''t too troublesome) declare How he receiv''d you; what your bill of fare? |
A44478 | ( he said) Or by my absence loose my Cause? |
A44478 | ( one said) Or do you think to cheat us, as if we Did not know what you are? |
A44478 | ( sayes Sarmentus) what a dangerous Cow, Had not thy horns been qui ● e saw''d off, wert thou, Who art so curst without them? |
A44478 | A Cand- stick, and Quart- pot, how far, They differ from the Cymitar? |
A44478 | A Paraphrase on the same Ode, by Dr. P ▪ VVHat? |
A44478 | A Paraphrase on the same Ode, by S. W. WOuld you a constant Fortune keep Licinius? |
A44478 | A Poet dy''d an hundred years ago, Shall he be reckoned as new Must or no? |
A44478 | A Roman to Caecilius will allow, Or Plautus, and in Virgil disavow, Or Varius? |
A44478 | A great jarre to be shap''d, Was meant at first; why forcing still about Thy labouring wheele, comes scarce a Pitcher out? |
A44478 | AH Posthumus? |
A44478 | ASterie, Why dost thou mourn For Gyges, shortly to return On wings of Vernal air, Rich in Sicilian War? |
A44478 | Affect''st not what we love? |
A44478 | Ah simple youth, how oft will he Of thy chang''d faith complain? |
A44478 | Alas what difference( Sayes this damn''d Miser) is''t whether I die Of this disease, or by their theivery? |
A44478 | Alas, what vertue has sufficient armes T''oppose bright Honour and soft pleasures charms? |
A44478 | An Arch- priest- like o''th''Esquile Sorceries; Revengeless blason our reproachful fames? |
A44478 | And Lupus stript and whipt in Verse? |
A44478 | And Sappho, of her Countrey- maids Complaining on Aeolian wire? |
A44478 | And cables scarce thy keel assure, Those surly billows to endure? |
A44478 | And how the air conglaciates the snow, When all the Heavens serenely show? |
A44478 | And how? |
A44478 | And now in this so close and silent life, Stole from the arts of Court and Cities strife, What should I write but Humerous Satyres here? |
A44478 | And since''t is so, to what intent should I Great Farms or Mannors strive to multiply? |
A44478 | And strain''d''mongst herbs my palate to delude? |
A44478 | And the Alcaeus, with gold lyre In fuller notes thundring a Fight, Ratling a storm, fluttring a flight? |
A44478 | And what d''ye hear, When did the Portuguez resign Tangier? |
A44478 | And what rejoycing old between us pass? |
A44478 | And when of thee he a discourse did move, Thought thee as bad as those he did reprove? |
A44478 | And which of these two should he imitate? |
A44478 | And why should not all punishments be fitted Proportionably to the Crimes committed? |
A44478 | And will you still believe it, since you know, By sad experience, that it is not so? |
A44478 | And would you have me do, as they have done, Although I live in this lewd balling Towne? |
A44478 | And( prithee) how does Celsus deal by me? |
A44478 | And, What think you? |
A44478 | And, not say, Why should I grieve my friend, this trifling way? |
A44478 | Another wants a year, or less: Alass Shall he lose therefore all? |
A44478 | Are rustick Loons less pollent at the sports? |
A44478 | Are you my Master, and so much a Slave, To those ill powers which Dominion have O''re men and things? |
A44478 | Are you so to? |
A44478 | Art free from raging anger, and the fear Of cruel death, that dreadful Messenger? |
A44478 | Art thankful for thy age that''s past and gone, And being older, Art thou better grown? |
A44478 | Art thou inspir''d? |
A44478 | Art thou so mad thy Poems to expose To Ballad- singers, and to Puppet- shows? |
A44478 | As equal unto whom, pure Modesty, And Justice''sister, Faith sincere and plain ▪ Nor naked Verity shall ever gain? |
A44478 | As how? |
A44478 | As how? |
A44478 | At length, her guest: Friend, how canst thou indure To live in this Rock- side, moapt and obscure? |
A44478 | B ● t does Quintilian sleep his last? |
A44478 | Baiae? |
A44478 | Be''t Kitchin wench, or Scullion boy; or else, Wouldst have that 〈 ◊ 〉 which so extreamly swells? |
A44478 | Blowes there through the street, A bleak news from the Change? |
A44478 | Boy worthy of a better flame, What Witch with her Thessalian Rod Can loose thee from those charmes? |
A44478 | Brutus? |
A44478 | But I''le return from whence I came; are none But greedy Slaves delighted with their own Conditions? |
A44478 | But doest thou think thy passions to appease With such vain and impert''nent flames as these? |
A44478 | But is not that Shop- keeper madder far Who slights a ready- money Customer, And deals with thee on Credit? |
A44478 | But now grown past all needs( to pore on sad Dull Poetry, would not men think me mad?) |
A44478 | But now thou''lt ask me, whether I''de have thee, A Miser or a Prodigal to be? |
A44478 | But publickly in flames had flung( O dire?) |
A44478 | But then, What joy does good attention breed? |
A44478 | But was this Poetry? |
A44478 | But what art thou about? |
A44478 | But what do you suppose is he That''s covetous? |
A44478 | But what great matter bring we, that should raise Our Expectations to be crown''d with Bayes? |
A44478 | But what if my mind fight With it self? |
A44478 | But what if one his Daughter sacrifice Instead of a mute Lamb, is that man wise? |
A44478 | But what''s the Question makes all this ado? |
A44478 | But what? |
A44478 | But whether saucy Muse? |
A44478 | But( oh) what Boy Falernian wine''s hot rage, Will soon for me, with Fountain streams asswage? |
A44478 | But, prithee tell me? |
A44478 | By this vain Purple robe, I pray, By Iove, who will not like your way, Why frown you on me, Step- dame like, Or beast, whom eager Hunters strike? |
A44478 | Can any man better advice afford? |
A44478 | Can it with madness stand When thou art still on the receiving hand? |
A44478 | Can there no better way be fou ● d To spend that Wealth, with which you so abound? |
A44478 | Can you pick a discription out of this, Which may express your self? |
A44478 | Canidia here for spleen prepar''d, With black teeth gnawing nails unpar''d, What mutter''d she? |
A44478 | Canst laugh at superstitious fond conceits Of Sprights, Dreams, Omens, all those vulgar cheats? |
A44478 | Chloe shak''d off, and I return To my first Lydia again? |
A44478 | Could Crassus souldier lead his life Yoakt basely with a barbarous wife? |
A44478 | Counsels he better, that sayes, MONEY GET, If thou canst, well: but if not, get it yet, That tho ● some piteous Play may''st neerer see? |
A44478 | D''you know your self? |
A44478 | Did ever goodly seat, or Farmes, or Store, The sickly Landlord of his Quartan ease, Or of his cares? |
A44478 | Did he not laugh at Ennius lines, as though Some things in them were not quite grave enough? |
A44478 | Did not Lucilius himself think fit To alter something of weak Accius wit? |
A44478 | Did thy learned eye Nothing to be reprov''d in Homer spie? |
A44478 | Do Floores of Parian Marble look or smell Like Flowers? |
A44478 | Do I require, when e''re I am inrag''d, the Daughter of a Peer Or any marri''d woman? |
A44478 | Do I( awake) true crimes lament, Or( innocent) Doth some false Dream put me in pain? |
A44478 | Do all praise each others lot, And pine to see their Neighbours Goat has got A Dug more full of Milk then theirs? |
A44478 | Do not we Poets play the fool just thus? |
A44478 | Do they exceed the Common voyce, or are Their fields, with ours, unworthy to compare? |
A44478 | Do''st hear? |
A44478 | Do''st thou conceive''t is fit for thee to do What e''re Maecenas power promps him to? |
A44478 | Do''st thou no ● know the use and power of coyn? |
A44478 | Do''st thou not Nestor, nor Ulysses mind, VVho for thy countries ruine art design''d? |
A44478 | Do''st thou suppose the frenzie of his brain Seiz''d not till after he''d his Mother slain? |
A44478 | Does Lebedus, because you rested there, And found that ease, you else sought every where? |
A44478 | Does any man desire to have a chea ● Impos''d upon him? |
A44478 | Does it not more avail thee to enquire, What she cann''t be without, and what she may, And pare what ere''s superfluous away? |
A44478 | Drawer, what''s to pay? |
A44478 | Else to what end did''st thou incumber thus Thy self with Eupolis, Archilocus, Menander, Plato, and such Books as those, If thou''lt not write at all? |
A44478 | False Honour pleases, but false Infamy Affrights: Whom? |
A44478 | Fierce sons of Germany, who dreads? |
A44478 | For is''t not plain, that who maliciouslie Back- bites thy friend, will do the same by thee? |
A44478 | For shame, why lies he hid As at Troy''s siege Achilles did, For fear lest Mans Array Should him to Manly Deeds betray? |
A44478 | For what could they do more, That could with unrelenting steel Their Lovers kill? |
A44478 | For what do our laws stand, If punishme ● ● ● eed not 〈 ◊ 〉 land? |
A44478 | For when the people see a strange face ride Up to the ears in Ermins, and a list( Or more) of Gold; strait they demand, Who is''t? |
A44478 | For, which of all the things we hate, or love, Do n''t change? |
A44478 | Give me a Cloak for all my Knavery; What''s this man more than a Servant? |
A44478 | Had he bin madder if he''d thrown away That Pearl into the Bog- house or the Sea? |
A44478 | Has he at home a wife? |
A44478 | Has not th''abused Husband then just power, Both o''re his wife and o''re her Paramour? |
A44478 | Has not wise Nature bounded thy desire? |
A44478 | Have I lost my dear Companion? |
A44478 | Have not the earth yet and the main, Drunk enough of Latin blood? |
A44478 | Have you no crime at all? |
A44478 | Hear''st how the Gates crack? |
A44478 | Here it was time to interpose: Have you No mother Sir, nor other kindred, who May want your company this present hour? |
A44478 | Here the perplext stood still, and scratcht his head, What? |
A44478 | Him that Vain- glory stirs to write a Play, How doth Spectators negligence dismay, As when they gaze and gape, and give no heed? |
A44478 | How big was he? |
A44478 | How contrary was Aristippus mind To this? |
A44478 | How is''t that Stoic Treatises are by, And''mongst thy silken pillows lie? |
A44478 | How lik''d ye wealthy Nasidenus feast? |
A44478 | How near was I Hells Jaundied Queen, And Minos on the Bench t''have seen, And the describ''d Elysian shades? |
A44478 | How oft alas, will he admire The blackness of the skies? |
A44478 | How shall I rank them,''mong the wise, or no? |
A44478 | How slightly are perform''d some other parts By those that nothing else lay to their hearts, But to get Mony? |
A44478 | How then? |
A44478 | How with my Lord stands your condition now? |
A44478 | How would the Masters crime the mans transcend In greatness; nay in madness? |
A44478 | I am a Godly, Pious, Sober man: Yes, yes; But do you think Sabellus can Believe all this? |
A44478 | I''m of the Souldi ● rs mind, I''le sleep and seed, Why should I not? |
A44478 | If I did not, who could bring Out better Poems? |
A44478 | If ROME''S people now Object, Why plac''t on our Bench vot''st not Thou The same with us? |
A44478 | If age do better Verse, like Wine, how long Must Verses lie before they''re smart and strong? |
A44478 | If crafty Merchants learn to quell The horridst Seas? |
A44478 | If my man tell me thus; Sir, I ne''re lay One night from home, or wrong''d you: must I say Be gon? |
A44478 | If one should say, such Herbs, or such a Course, Will cure your wound, if still your wound grew worse, Would you not cease to follow his Advice? |
A44478 | If the old Greeks like us, would not allow Ought that was new, what shall be ancient now? |
A44478 | If thou attempt forbidden wives to win To thy desires, they are incompass''d in With guards and walls? |
A44478 | If thou can''st live in any manner, why Do''st thou forswear thy self, and cheat and lye, Plunder and filch from others? |
A44478 | If when they call you Virtuosi, do You make answer to the name, or can You say I am that Learned Gentleman? |
A44478 | In which the outward- fair disguis''d their shame; Were Laelius and he that won a name From Carthage- raz''d, offended with his wit? |
A44478 | Is all in Ireland quiet still or no? |
A44478 | Is he well therefore? |
A44478 | Is not a pound of bread sufficient fare For such a starveling slave as thou to eat? |
A44478 | Is not our Tyber better then their Seas? |
A44478 | Is this delightful to thee? |
A44478 | Is''t a blind rage, or force more strong, Or Crime drives you? |
A44478 | Is''t not enough, that thou( Thou crafty Fellow) art restored now To Ithaca, and do''st thy Gods behold Which thy progenitors ador''d of old? |
A44478 | It forces every Mortal to enquire And know who was his Mother, who his Sire? |
A44478 | Just so, as though I should three friends invite, And each one of a different appetite; Sir, Shall I help you here? |
A44478 | Know''st thou from whom fair Phillis springs? |
A44478 | LIdia, in Heavens Name Why melts young Sybaris in thy Flame? |
A44478 | Loggan, David, 1635- 1700? |
A44478 | Mean while my Taper wasts: scarce time to pray: O Fields, when shall I see you? |
A44478 | Messius replies, Well be i ● so; what then? |
A44478 | Messius retorts as much; Thou Dog,( sayes he) When will thy slaveship end? |
A44478 | Must he be wise that covets not? |
A44478 | Must they to th''Senate, or to Bedlam go? |
A44478 | My Sabine vale why should I change For wealth accompani''d with toyl? |
A44478 | NOw you have Lesbos, and fair Samos seen, At Sardis, Colopbon, and Smyrna been, What thinkest Thou, good Bullatius, is all true That Fame reports? |
A44478 | Nar, were Books silenc''d could''st thou gain The Guerdon of thy vertuous pain? |
A44478 | Nor hath his Flesh made soft With bruising Arms; having so oft Been prais''d for shooting farre And clean delivered of the Barre? |
A44478 | Not his? |
A44478 | Not to write Verse at all, dost thou aver As thy Sense? |
A44478 | Now if that Natural genius of his Should say to him, when he had seen all this, Sir, what d''you mean? |
A44478 | Now since you are as bad as I can be, Nay perhaps worse, why should you rail at me, As if you''re better? |
A44478 | Now tell, How long will any in the same mind stay? |
A44478 | Now you are rich, yet cover still to gain More wealth, Is not this case the very same? |
A44478 | Now( I pray) The Gods to send a man to shave away That formal beard of thine; but prithee how Cam''st thou me and my humour thus to know? |
A44478 | Now( sadly) which is better, Otho''s Law, Or the Bo ● es Song, which gives a Regal awe To him do ● ● well? |
A44478 | Now, add An ounce, what makes it then? |
A44478 | O God, who e''re in Heaven dost guide The earth, and men which here abide, What means this noise, and why on me, Do you all look so rufully? |
A44478 | O Ship, what do''st? |
A44478 | O sea, O land? |
A44478 | O, how much better this, Who nought assays unaptly, or am ss? |
A44478 | O, when may I, rould in Books, or lull''d in sleep and ease, Opium life''s cares with sweet forgetfulness? |
A44478 | ON Neptunes feasts what else do we? |
A44478 | Of want, or war, who cries out after wine? |
A44478 | Oh? |
A44478 | Or Silver, Gold, and pretious jems, with which Both Indies do the rest o''th''world enrich? |
A44478 | Or break his trust with me? |
A44478 | Or did they winch, Metallus being hit? |
A44478 | Or for old wholsome Wine? |
A44478 | Or he that bids thee, Brave, erect, and free, To face proud Fortune? |
A44478 | Or make new purchases? |
A44478 | Or make the D ● ctor rid thee of thy pain, And to thy friends restore thee sound again? |
A44478 | Or shall the Coward Fox, though crafty, dare With the magnanimous Lion to compare? |
A44478 | Or should deny his promise? |
A44478 | Or some damn''d dose Canidia brew''d? |
A44478 | Or which are fortunes power above? |
A44478 | Or which o''th''Asiatique Cities please? |
A44478 | Or who can better teach the mode of France? |
A44478 | Or who from sacred Altar''s spoil refrains? |
A44478 | Or who with greater swiftness can indite? |
A44478 | Or, who will Lyde wish from close retire Hlther to come? |
A44478 | PARIS sayes, No: What Laws Compel Kings to be safe? |
A44478 | Plague on you, where d''you go? |
A44478 | Pray, tell me, can you do like Polemon? |
A44478 | Quarrel in your drink, my friends? |
A44478 | Quoth the Clown, Pray what has Ajax in his madness done? |
A44478 | Say I once more put on my chain? |
A44478 | See''st not th''art destitute of Oar? |
A44478 | Seek that which it slighted, slight That which it sought? |
A44478 | Shall I give the wall to such a base Inferiour Rascal as old Damon was? |
A44478 | Shall I the power of Tarquins state, Or Cato''s manly death relate? |
A44478 | Shall I therefore weave My Ve ● se at random, and licent ously? |
A44478 | Shall such a sneaking fellow, as he is Be thy example, when thou should''st be his? |
A44478 | Shall then the Off- spring of a Minstrel dare D ● splace this General, condemn that Peer? |
A44478 | Shalt thou( Scot- free) scoff our Cocyttian feats, Divulge licentious Cupids Sacrifice? |
A44478 | Should a man load himself with Lutes, and yet To play or sing, have neither will, nor wit? |
A44478 | Sir, what must I pay For''t? |
A44478 | So Villius, who had a mind to be The Son in Law of Sylla, how was he Severely punish''d? |
A44478 | So on he leads, and I found''t was in vain To spoil my teeth by champing of the chain; Straight he resumes his first Discourse; And how? |
A44478 | So when thy 〈 ◊ 〉 flames grow strong and high, Wilt thou not take 〈 ◊ 〉 next thou canst come by? |
A44478 | Stout Regulus, the Scauri, Paulus, free Of his great soul in Canna''s victory; Or shall my grateful tongue rehearse Fabricius, in resplendent verse? |
A44478 | Swift South- west windes invade thy mast, Thy sail- yard cracks with every blast? |
A44478 | THou to demand of rot- consumed date, What should my strength emasculate? |
A44478 | TO whom now Pyrrha art thou kind? |
A44478 | That our grave Senate undesir''d have set His silly Book and ugly statue too In Caesars Library? |
A44478 | The Flint from whence brake forth these sparks of fire, What satisfaction would the Vision bring? |
A44478 | The Lands th ● n which the Emperor promis''d to The Souldiers, in SICILIA shall they be Allotted to them, or in Italy? |
A44478 | The same by Sir T. H. WHat doth thy Poet ask( Phoebus divine;) What craves he, when he pours the bowles of wine? |
A44478 | Thee father Bacchus, thee fair Erycine, Who doth not sing? |
A44478 | Then he begins: If once you knew me sir, You''ld scarce to me would any wit prefer, Who is there that can better verses write? |
A44478 | Then whither do you further tend? |
A44478 | These mention''d first, shall Romulus obtain The next record, or Numa''s peaceful raign? |
A44478 | Though thou''rt a malefactor, yer since I Am no Informer, why do''st from me fly? |
A44478 | To buy old Statues you suppose I''m mad, But was not he that trusted me as bad? |
A44478 | To live belov''d in honour and in health, To eat whole some Diet, and to want no wealth? |
A44478 | To such a Miser what is''t best to do? |
A44478 | To truck with old P ● lignian haggard dames, Or mix dispatching Pills, to what end is''t, If thou can''st not refeind thy destin''d twist? |
A44478 | To whom will Iove Commission give To purge us, or our Plagues reprieve? |
A44478 | To whom will Iove the charge commend Of Purging us? |
A44478 | To ● nterlace thy speech, would''st thou incline With forein words, and like the Canusine, Speak a compounded Gibrish? |
A44478 | Tullus, what hast to touch The Purple Robe( which Caesar forc''t thee quit) And be a Tribune? |
A44478 | Turn like the Tide, build, raze, change square to round? |
A44478 | Under what cursed Planet was I born? |
A44478 | Upon whose Works might we now safely look To read and con them as a classick Book? |
A44478 | VVhat? |
A44478 | VVho hath enough, why should he wish for more? |
A44478 | WHat Stripling now thee discomposes, In Woodbine Rooms, on Beds of Roses, For whom thy Auburn hair Is spread, unpainted fair? |
A44478 | WHat does the Poet Phoebus pray, In his new Fane? |
A44478 | WHat if more sweet, than Thracian Orpheus wire, You trees perswade to hearken to your lyre? |
A44478 | WHat man, or Hero( Clio) wilt thou praise With shrillest Pipe, or Lyra''s softer layes? |
A44478 | WHat mean''st thou Woman for black El''phants fit? |
A44478 | WHy dost thou murmur Iccius, and repine, Because Agrippa''s wealth is more then thine? |
A44478 | WHy dost thou talk of dying so? |
A44478 | WHy vainly pray''st thou to my lock''d- up ears? |
A44478 | WHy( currish Dog) dost harmless guests assail, But not''gainst Wolves dar''st wag thy tail? |
A44478 | WHy, why your sheath''d swords drawn again? |
A44478 | Was he as big as I am now? |
A44478 | Was it not stoutly done of Marius? |
A44478 | Was''t better through the horrid Main To rove far off: or with my Father Fresh Flowers to gather? |
A44478 | What Captive Damsel her beloved slain Shall serve thee now? |
A44478 | What Diet then should a wise man beat? |
A44478 | What Field, manur''d with Daunian blood Shews not in Graves, our impious Feud, And the loud crack of Latiums fall, Heard to the Babylonian wall? |
A44478 | What God shall we invoke to stay The falling Empire? |
A44478 | What God? |
A44478 | What God? |
A44478 | What ails you? |
A44478 | What could a Nurse for her deer Child beseech, More then right understanding, and plain speech? |
A44478 | What could he who follow''d claim, But of vain boldness the unhappy fame, And by his fall a Sea to name? |
A44478 | What difference is''t if you are bound for hire To be destroi''d, whether by Sword or Fire? |
A44478 | What do I care for wealth, Unless to use? |
A44478 | What do you think of his great prudence than, When he injoin''d his Heirs they should engrave Upon his Tomb what monies he did leave Behind him? |
A44478 | What doth this Promiser such gaping worth Afford? |
A44478 | What e''re I have been, I am scarse the same, And will you have me dance now I am lame? |
A44478 | What else? |
A44478 | What face of Death could him dismay, That saw the Monsters fell; And wracking Rocks, and swelling Sea, With Eyes that did not swell? |
A44478 | What followed then? |
A44478 | What good in thy vast heap of Treasur''s found, Which thou by stealth dost bury under ground? |
A44478 | What had become of Ilia''s child She bare to Mars, had darkness veil''d The merits of our Romulus? |
A44478 | What have I done, or said, that mis- became? |
A44478 | What is it to the purpose, whether we Desire and fear, and sad or joyful be? |
A44478 | What is''t but N ● ros can effect? |
A44478 | What knot can hold this changing Proteus? |
A44478 | What lake, what river''s ignorant Of the sad war? |
A44478 | What land''s not peopled with our dead? |
A44478 | What laught y''at next? |
A44478 | What luck that Scribling Rhimer Fannius met? |
A44478 | What mean you? |
A44478 | What need I all those tricks to mention, which Were done by Sagana that damn''d old Witch? |
A44478 | What need''st thou wish to be a King, since thou Art so already? |
A44478 | What place is here For provident fear? |
A44478 | What satisfaction can it to us bring, To shun one person, and not ev''ry thing That every way does hurt us? |
A44478 | What shall I sing before the constant praise Of Father Iove, who Gods, and Mortals swayes? |
A44478 | What shame, or stint in mourning ore So dear a Head? |
A44478 | What should I stay for, neither whole, And but the dregs of what I was? |
A44478 | What then Shall we do, lifted far above their Sphere? |
A44478 | What then if he Should commit theft? |
A44478 | What then? |
A44478 | What was his Father? |
A44478 | What wasteth not with Times devouring rage? |
A44478 | What wisdome can their Magick force repel? |
A44478 | What would you have me do? |
A44478 | What would''st thou advise me now( Trebatius) in this case? |
A44478 | What would''st thou have? |
A44478 | What would''st thou more? |
A44478 | What youth of noble strain Shall now annointed, on thy Cup attend, Prompt, from his fathers Bow swift- shafts to send? |
A44478 | What youth, his hand for fear of Gods contains? |
A44478 | What''s this, if he whose money hireth thee To paint him, hath by swimming hopeless scap''d, The whole fleet wreck''d? |
A44478 | What''s understood Truly by Goods? |
A44478 | What( sayes the Miser) would you have me do? |
A44478 | What, not the Barber come yet? |
A44478 | What, or whom should I follow? |
A44478 | What, while I am alive? |
A44478 | What? |
A44478 | What? |
A44478 | What? |
A44478 | When Fish and Fowl are right, and at just age, A feeders curiosity to asswage, If any ask, Who found the Mystery? |
A44478 | When I do to my Country Farm retreat, By those cool streams which me refresh in hear, What dost thou think I think upon? |
A44478 | When Menius absent, Novius did upbraid, You Sir, d''you hear? |
A44478 | When War was past in Greece, when Wealth and Ease Dispos''d men there to study, what did please? |
A44478 | When ends my pain? |
A44478 | When shall I taste the Pythagorean Bean With fav''ry broth, and Bacon without lean? |
A44478 | When th''Empire thus begins to fall, On what God shall poor Romans call? |
A44478 | When thou art thirsty, m ● st thou onely drink Out of a Golden goblet? |
A44478 | When thou do''st laugh because a kernel hits Thy Chambers roof, art thou in thy right wits? |
A44478 | When up and down the streets Agave bore Her poor Childs Head which she cut off before, Did she conceive that she was mad,( think you?) |
A44478 | When will my Lord Lieutenant thither goe? |
A44478 | When will the King set forth the Que ● n to meet? |
A44478 | When you were with anothers wife in bed, And simply by his Slave discovered, Trapand and apprehended, were not you A verier fool then I? |
A44478 | When you''ve a Pike presented in a Dish, You ask impertinently, if that Fish I ● the main sea, or in fresh waters caught? |
A44478 | Whence Brother Catius, and whither bound so fast? |
A44478 | Whence, pray Sir, learnt you these ingenious arts, From one at home, or hir''d from foreign parts? |
A44478 | Where are these Ragues, my Servants? |
A44478 | Where does less envious care our sleeps dispell? |
A44478 | Where is it that the Winter''s warmer? |
A44478 | Where now shall I another Patron find, Who''s of so just and of so stout a mind? |
A44478 | Where''s e''re a stone? |
A44478 | Whether rush ye, impious brood? |
A44478 | Which Fencer will beat( think''st thou) or which Cock? |
A44478 | Which can not cure our lives? |
A44478 | Which of the two can certainest rely On his own temper in adversity? |
A44478 | Which way are things accommodated there, For the old Irish, or the Purchaser? |
A44478 | Whilest Caesar doth in safety raign, Who is afraid of Wars with Spain? |
A44478 | Who fears cold Scythians? |
A44478 | Who knows if Iove unto thy life''s past score Will adde one morning more? |
A44478 | Who of your friends can more gentely dance? |
A44478 | Who then are in their senses? |
A44478 | Who then is free? |
A44478 | Who to his worth can Mars display When clad in Arms, whose dreadfull ray, Puts out the day? |
A44478 | Who''s the guest, Venus- throw signs Controller of the feast? |
A44478 | Who, having shun''d his Native air, Himself could shun? |
A44478 | Whom have not flowing Cups eloquent made? |
A44478 | Whose Fellow, Modesty, and fast Faith, with her Sister Justice joyn''d And naked truth, when will they find? |
A44478 | Whose debts( though nere so great) have they not paid? |
A44478 | Why Pipes and Harps permitted to be mute? |
A44478 | Why changing for another Sun? |
A44478 | Why do''st thou laugh? |
A44478 | Why dost thou vex thy minde, subordinate Unto the counsels of Fernal Fate? |
A44478 | Why doth he bed- rid lie That can indure th''intemperate Skie? |
A44478 | Why in short life eternal care? |
A44478 | Why in the midst of language trips My eloquent tongue with unseemly slips? |
A44478 | Why laughst thou Miser? |
A44478 | Why not? |
A44478 | Why rides he not and twits The French great Horse with wringled bits? |
A44478 | Why send''st me tokens, why are letters writ To me nor vig''rous, nor obtuse of nose? |
A44478 | Why should so many brave men want? |
A44478 | Why should we into our Friends errors pry As narrowly as with an Eagles eye, Or Basi ● cks piercing look? |
A44478 | Why should you sue, or call him cheat, when as He told you, what an Idle Rogue it was? |
A44478 | Why should''st thou mind the treasures of the earth, Those gums to which Arabia gives birth? |
A44478 | Why shuns he Tybur''s Flood, And wrastlers Oyl like Vipers Blood? |
A44478 | Why so( you Rogue?) |
A44478 | Why sounds not still the Phrygian Flute? |
A44478 | Why under this high Plain, or Pine- trees shade In discomposed manner, careless laid Anoint not we, and then to drink prepare? |
A44478 | Why wilt notthou Out of thy needless store something allow For thy dear Countries good? |
A44478 | Why, if thou dar''st, with menaces so vain Assault''st not me, who''l turn again? |
A44478 | Why? |
A44478 | Wild Woods preferr''st Thou to a Town, and Men? |
A44478 | Will you not wake? |
A44478 | Wilt thou live well? |
A44478 | Wilt thou not tell? |
A44478 | Wilt thou who art so much below him, dare With such an eminent person to compare? |
A44478 | Would''st thou rub Alablaster with hands fabl ● Or spread a Diaper cloth on dirty Table? |
A44478 | Writing whole Volums: or hast thou thy mind Wholly to th''healthy woods and walks confin''d? |
A44478 | Yea, Land, Sea, World extended wide With various seasons doth divide? |
A44478 | You''l ask me how this vertue may be got? |
A44478 | You''l ask, why fasting? |
A44478 | You''l move an Eye- soar streight; and is it sence, To let the Mind be cur''d a Twelve- moneth hence? |
A44478 | You''re for a married woman, while your poor Slave Davus is content with a poor — Which of our crimes are greater, your or mine? |
A44478 | abhorr''st not what we hate? |
A44478 | all Rules of Life confound? |
A44478 | and be made pay down The price ere the commodity be shown? |
A44478 | and have so often bin Freed from your slavery, yet again get in? |
A44478 | and how? |
A44478 | and shall I go? |
A44478 | and when d''ye expect the Fleet? |
A44478 | and which is the chief good? |
A44478 | and why Should the Gods antient Temples ruin''d lie( thon While you are rich? |
A44478 | art thou free From pride, and empty Popularitie? |
A44478 | art thou in Thy perfect Senses? |
A44478 | d''you remember who last night Did us to dine with him to day invite? |
A44478 | do not you see That we by those before us hindred be? |
A44478 | do''st thou suppose That by declining vertue thou shalt be Protected from the jaws of Calumny? |
A44478 | don''t you know me, man? |
A44478 | for though thou be Now made a Scribe, thy Mrs. right thereby Is not extinguisht; tell me, Sirrah, why Didst thou so often run away from her? |
A44478 | he) young man? |
A44478 | how canst thou call that substance thine Which varies like thy shadow? |
A44478 | how the woods resound''Mongst beauteous structures placed all around? |
A44478 | how was he chou''sd with name and stile?) |
A44478 | if I Indulge my Belly, I''m lash''d presently: And are not you punish''d as much as that, Who on your Belly spend your whole Estate? |
A44478 | if as before I burn? |
A44478 | if calumniated once, should I Put''t up and childe- like pule and cry? |
A44478 | in what a Whirl- pool tane? |
A44478 | may he safely rise? |
A44478 | or do I sweetly rave? |
A44478 | or do''st thou go about On purpose with these ridling words, to flout And to delude me? |
A44478 | or doest think All meat is loathsome, when thou''rt hungry grown, But Turlet, or the Phe ● s ● nt poult alone? |
A44478 | or else maist be Set up in Brass to keep thy memory? |
A44478 | or what Beleiv''st thou, if I could, I would be at? |
A44478 | or who Of my acquaintance e''re reputes me so? |
A44478 | or why D''yee call a Miser, Freeman? |
A44478 | or wilt thou acquit Him of that crime, of being out of''s wit, But of great wickedness wilt him accuse, To give nick- names to things as people use? |
A44478 | shall I lose so dear a friend? |
A44478 | sleep''st all night while I Thy lover die? |
A44478 | straight all I meet; G ● odman:( for thou being near the Gods must know) Do''st hear ought of the Dacians? |
A44478 | what Sea with paint Of Latine slaughter, is not red? |
A44478 | what could he Then answer to''t? |
A44478 | what does he say of me? |
A44478 | what does he say, Pouring sweet liquor from the cup? |
A44478 | what love, and what embracing''t was? |
A44478 | what mischief do we shun at all? |
A44478 | what not? |
A44478 | what persons who shall come to hear Such horrid actions, wo n''t exclaim? |
A44478 | what should I do? |
A44478 | where To cool the Dog- stars byte, is fresher air, And the fierce Lyon''s rage, when all his heat Th''exalted Sun pours in, to make it great? |
A44478 | where''s my Bow? |
A44478 | wherein am I too blame? |
A44478 | who First his own Mistress, then his own self slew: Was he not frantick? |
A44478 | who the Medes? |
A44478 | who would not? |
A44478 | whose Solicitor? |
A44478 | whose name in sportive strain, Eccho will chaunt thee back again? |
A44478 | why am I now envi''d so, If I can give some small increase? |
A44478 | why so fast? |
A44478 | wilt thou spend what e''re thou hast In gifts and presents, onely that thou maist Walk on th''Exchange in state? |
A44478 | with what Lay Shall holy Nuns tire Vesta''s Pray''r- Resisting Ear? |
A44478 | with what rare stuff Does thy Muse load her thighs? |
A44478 | — At whom Sir would you throw, If you could finde a stone? |
A44478 | — But prithee say, What were your company? |
A44478 | — Who art thou, Davus? |
A44478 | — does none hear? |
A44478 | — who''s there? |
A44478 | ● hy not? |
A44478 | ● nd if thou spend''st not out of it, what pleasure ● an''st thou take in a heap of hoarded Treasure? |
A44471 | ''T is almost natural in me to please: Who can his limbs to softer motions bring? |
A44471 | ''T is fear of Punishment restrains thy Will, Give leave, how eagerly would''st thou be ill? |
A44471 | ''t is but an empty Name, Nor will the Seas regard thy Fame: What fearful Seaman dares rely On Gilded Sterns when Winds are high? |
A44471 | ( more? |
A44471 | A hunted Tyger''s spight, And grinning fury sit upon thy Face? |
A44471 | ALbus, the fairest Critic that I know, What shall I say that you are doing now? |
A44471 | ANd who can grieve too much? |
A44471 | ANd why does fair Asteria mourn? |
A44471 | Add seven, what makes it then? |
A44471 | And He reply''d, What do n''t you know me Sir? |
A44471 | And He that kills his Daughter for a Lamb, Canst thou pretend him Sober? |
A44471 | And are you Sober? |
A44471 | And blame our Ennius''s correcter Muse? |
A44471 | And calls his dwarfish Son that''s often sick, As that Abortive Sisyphus, his Chick: Is one too Close? |
A44471 | And do those fill thy guest, Or doth it look as gawdy when''t is drest? |
A44471 | And dost thou think Orestes, heretofore, After He stain''d his Sword in''s Mother''s gore, Grew mad alone, and was not mad before? |
A44471 | And doth eternal Sleep close Varus Eyes? |
A44471 | And doth not Nature steddy Rules ordain, Fixt Laws which should thy wildest wish contain, And which divide the solid Goods from vain? |
A44471 | And hath thy Country this superfluous Coin? |
A44471 | And have her Flames possess''t Thy burning Breast? |
A44471 | And how doth Celsus do? |
A44471 | And how thy pleasing Groves are tost? |
A44471 | And is He faultless that when Lust Commands, To please his lavish Belly sells his Lands? |
A44471 | And make the wanton Echo sport his Name O''re Helicon''s resounding Grove, O''re Pindus, or cold Hoemus hill? |
A44471 | And may I freely ask, and answer Thee? |
A44471 | And not the promis''d Oxen fall? |
A44471 | And now at last would steal my Poems too From my Embrace; what would You have me do? |
A44471 | And plays at Push- pin with the little Boys? |
A44471 | And prithee how can this be done? |
A44471 | And puff and swear He''d never hear again? |
A44471 | And were his Actions bad? |
A44471 | And what doth Titius, He of growing Fame, Who doth not fear to drink of Pindar''s Stream? |
A44471 | And what shall base- born you, Sir, rule the Law, Lord it o''re Citizens, and hang and draw? |
A44471 | And when the Sun ascends, and burns the year, Where does a more delightful Wind asswage The furious Dog- stars, or the Lions rage? |
A44471 | And when the old, and so tho wiser grown, You prattle with her in a Childish Tone: Art thou not mad as He, that loves his Toys? |
A44471 | And when thy Hunger bites, and fain would eat, Is all refus''d but rare, and dainty meat? |
A44471 | And where an Equal to the falling Youth? |
A44471 | And where will equal Justice find, Where steddy Faith and naked Truth So generous, and so great a Mind? |
A44471 | And which is better able to endure Uncertain Chance? |
A44471 | And which lives most secure? |
A44471 | And who tho cramp''t in narrow want''s not free? |
A44471 | And who would be so bold to write, that knew The Judging Men of Honor are but few? |
A44471 | And whom to expiate Caesar''s blood Will Jove appoint? |
A44471 | And why Doth not thy Wealth thy Neighbours wants supply? |
A44471 | And why despair of his return? |
A44471 | And why do sighs prevail, And in the midst surprise my Song? |
A44471 | And why such Learned Company as These? |
A44471 | And why this Caution? |
A44471 | And will not all his fiercest rage be just On thee, that didst debauch her to thy Lust? |
A44471 | Are Streams more pure that Leaden Pipes convey, Than those fair Springs that with their wanton play, And gentle murmurs eat their easie Way? |
A44471 | Are all these places mean compar''d to Rome? |
A44471 | Are you my Master? |
A44471 | Art Sober, whilst Ambition swells thy Soul? |
A44471 | As big as I am now: And swells, Yes, yes, as big again as You: What bigger still? |
A44471 | At all my Arts prophanely laugh, Yet clare to fancy to be safe? |
A44471 | At last the City Mouse, begins; My Friend Pray how can You delight, how love to spend A Life in Woods, and this unwholsome Cave? |
A44471 | Ay, but says One, have you no fault like this? |
A44471 | BUllatus, how did pretty Samos show, Chios and stately Sardis, let me know, If They are such as Fame reports, or no? |
A44471 | BUt O what ever God dost fill the Sky, And rule the Earth and Men below, What means that rout? |
A44471 | Base Imitators, Slaves to others Wills, How oft you move my frowns, how oft my smiles? |
A44471 | Be richer now than this Man, now than that? |
A44471 | Before his danger thrust your own: But what shall He that breaths in You, That scorns to live when You are gone, What shall forsaken Horace do? |
A44471 | But Persius netled with his sharp replies, At last, Brutus, since Thou art wo nt, He cries, To murther Kings; for Heavens sake why not This? |
A44471 | But grant some difference here, yet how do''st know If this same Pike be River Fish or no? |
A44471 | But now perhaps none of these Themes agree, Perhaps thou hast some skill to paint a Tree, But what of that? |
A44471 | But now since Passion''s rooted in our Souls, As other faults that stick so close to Fools; Why doth not Reason poise and mend our thoughts? |
A44471 | But to return to that where I began, Is none so pleas''d as the rich greedy Man? |
A44471 | But what Chrysippus said Thou dost not know, No wise Man yet did ever make a shoe And yet the Cobler''s a wise Man; how so? |
A44471 | But when for Verse, he chose so mean a Thing, How poor his Judgment? |
A44471 | But without You what joys delight? |
A44471 | Callimachus, or would he more? |
A44471 | Can he that flies his Country find That he can leave himself behind?" |
A44471 | Canst Thou consent that That belongs to Thee? |
A44471 | Could they grow old( degenerate race, Inverted Souls, and Rome''s disgrace?) |
A44471 | DEar Vala prithee quickly send me word, What Velia, what Salernum can afford; How hot the Winter? |
A44471 | DEscend, my Muse, compose a long A pleasing and a grateful Song, Or to the Pipe or sounding Flute, Or gently move Apollo''s Lute: D''ye hear? |
A44471 | Did Loelius, or did Scipio hate his Muse? |
A44471 | Do Flowers shine less, or smell less sweet than Gems? |
A44471 | Do''st see how half the day is past? |
A44471 | Do''st think Agave when she grasp''t the head Of her own Son, thought she her self was mad? |
A44471 | Dost Thou not see grave Nestor''s age, And fierce Ulysses wilely rage, The ruine of thy State? |
A44471 | Dost Thou regard thy Fame which charms our Ears, With softer Musick than the sweetest Airs? |
A44471 | Dost hear what Tempests beat thy Gate? |
A44471 | Dost think it decent to neglect thy House, Or sweep the marble Floor with dirty boughs? |
A44471 | Doth He compare himself, and doth he see That almost all are poorer far than He? |
A44471 | Doth He not strive to raise his vast Estate? |
A44471 | Doth He, the Muse propitious, nobly sing, And fit to Roman Harps the Theban string? |
A44471 | Doth She not tell, what she would have supply''d, And what She can not bear to be deny''d? |
A44471 | Doth any Friend of mine Boldly affirm that this is my design? |
A44471 | Doth not Lucillius Accius Rhimes accuse? |
A44471 | Doth that Boy sin that steals a Comb by night, To buy some Grapes to please his Appetite? |
A44471 | Eat, Sir, What are you loath? |
A44471 | False honors please, and false reports disgrace And trouble, Whom? |
A44471 | First Damasippus''s mad, because he buys Old Statues, true, for what''s more plain than This? |
A44471 | First Gallio''s Kitchin infamous did grow For dressing Sturgeon,''t was not long ago, What had the Sea then fewer Soles than now? |
A44471 | For too much lightness oft his Rhimes deride, And when He talks of his own Verse, for Pride? |
A44471 | For what Achemenes possest, And for the Wealth of all the East, Youl l you, my Lord, exchange your Fair? |
A44471 | For what disgusts our fancies, what doth please, But may be chang''d? |
A44471 | For what fond Youth wilt Thou prepare The lovely Mazes of thy Hair, And spread Charms neat without the help of Art? |
A44471 | For why? |
A44471 | From what sweet Beds of Thyme suck pretious juice? |
A44471 | Great Agamemnon, why did you forbid A Tomb for Ajax? |
A44471 | HOw do you like rich Nasidenus cheer? |
A44471 | Had Greece done thus, had she still scorn''d the New, What had been Old, what worthy Publick View? |
A44471 | Hast thou escap''t? |
A44471 | Hath Viper''s blood, or hath Canidia''s breath Blown o''re my Meat, and mingled Death? |
A44471 | Hath he not reason now to scourge the Age? |
A44471 | Hath not the injur''d Husband of the Whore To punish both a right and Lawful Power? |
A44471 | Have we not had enough since we grew poor, Have we liv''d worse, My Sons, then heretofore, Before a Stranger came, and seiz''d my store? |
A44471 | He that doth never Fortune''s smiles distrust, But Pampers up himself, and feeds his Lust? |
A44471 | He went, but Mena scarce believes the Boy, Silently wondering betwixt Fear and Joy: At last pleads business: What am I deny''d? |
A44471 | He''ll drink it out, and prove a mad Gallant? |
A44471 | He''s good that liv''d an Hundred Years ago, Another wants but One, is He so too? |
A44471 | Hermogenes might envy when I sing: And then he stopt a while, and I put in: Have you a Mother Sir, or any Kin That would be glad to see you? |
A44471 | How all rush on as arm''d with Fate? |
A44471 | How below a King? |
A44471 | How bold Typhaeus aim a stroak, How impious Encel dart his Oak? |
A44471 | How doth Mecaenas( thence his Chat began) Affect you now? |
A44471 | How equally inclin''d to Wars and Peace? |
A44471 | How in their Ditch They hid a Tyger''s Beard; And Serpent''s Tooth: how with a squeaking Voice The Witch and Ghost discours''t? |
A44471 | How movingly her Beauty pleads, When toying she and richly drest At Great Diana''s solemn Feast, Begins the Dance, and leads the Beauteous Maids? |
A44471 | How oft unhappy shall he grieve to find The fickle baseness of your Mind? |
A44471 | How shall our Virgins soften fate, And weary Vesta''s deafned Ears? |
A44471 | How so you Rascal? |
A44471 | How so? |
A44471 | I hope the warning''s fair, And you''l prevent the like with greatest care, What nothing do? |
A44471 | I''le tell thee why: Suppose the Doctor says, this Patient''s Thighs Are free from pain, What may he therefore rise? |
A44471 | If Thou design''st to spend thy time in Ease? |
A44471 | If Thou hast cleanly Food and Cloaths enough, What more than this can kingly Wealth bestow? |
A44471 | If the Air be good, What manner''d Men live there? |
A44471 | If thou canst live upon this little Store, Why dost thou swear, and lye, and cheat for more? |
A44471 | If what you drink should make your heats increase, Would you not tell the Doctor your disease? |
A44471 | If you distinguish well, if well design, No things forbidden with the granted joyn: Is it all one? |
A44471 | In Hostile Arms, the Mede obey And fight for a Barbarians pay? |
A44471 | In Pedan fields do you design to write, More great than Cassius, and with higher flight? |
A44471 | Io Triumphe, break delay, Why doth the golden Chariot stay? |
A44471 | Is He, Sir Critic, free from all defect? |
A44471 | Is he that trusts him sober? |
A44471 | Is none like him contented with his state, But rather praise and crave another''s sate? |
A44471 | Is this apply''d to me? |
A44471 | Is''t thy Ambition mean unthinking Fool, To be a Classick thumb''d in every School? |
A44471 | It is not every Judg knows what''s amiss, And Rome is too indulgent to her Sons in this: What then? |
A44471 | Let me not beg in vain, Is''t not enough that you have scap''t the Main, And safely come to Ithaca again? |
A44471 | Me by all means: No, hang me if I do: And so march''t on; and I( with one too strong What Man can strive?) |
A44471 | Mine but half full? |
A44471 | Neglect my Rules, In hopes to find my Judges senseless fools? |
A44471 | No faith: What no? |
A44471 | No life, He cries, is like a single life: If not, He Swears the marry''d only blest; What Chain can hold this varying Proteus fast? |
A44471 | No, I had been content with meaner Game: What answer could be given? |
A44471 | No; Why Sir? |
A44471 | Nor Teucer''s brave undaunted force Nor Stheneleus that drives his Horse As furious and as fast as Fate? |
A44471 | Not a Line: Why then d''ye clap? |
A44471 | Not much upon my word, How much pray? |
A44471 | Now thou dost hang thy Wife, and now dost kill With Drugs thy Mother; art thou Sober still? |
A44471 | Now when the more you have, you crave the more, When Floods of Store, shall make you thirst for store, Wo n''t you confess and this distemper own? |
A44471 | Now would not this vex Jove, and make him rage? |
A44471 | Of what Family? |
A44471 | Oh Beans Pythagoras his nearest kin, You lovely Herbs, and most delicious Chine When shall I see, when feed on you agen? |
A44471 | Oh but''t is sweet to take from Barns well stor''d; What, if You take no more than mine afford? |
A44471 | Only, forsooth, She was a Noble Maid: But how much better Nature''s Laws provide, How great the gifts bestow''d, how small deny''d? |
A44471 | Or Cato''s noble fall, and fierce disdain? |
A44471 | Or He that bids Thee Steer a Vertuous Course, And nobly scorn, proud feeble Fortune''s force? |
A44471 | Or He that lives on little now, and spares; And wisely when''t is Peace, provides for Wars? |
A44471 | Or Paulus prodigal of his blood VVhen Hannibal o''rethrew the Roman Youth? |
A44471 | Or Regulus his constant Truth? |
A44471 | Or by the Conscious Chamber- Maid be prest Quite double, neck and heels into a Chest? |
A44471 | Or can you find more pretty things at home? |
A44471 | Or cool the hot Disease? |
A44471 | Or dost thou gravely walk the healthy Wood, Considering what befits the Wise and Good? |
A44471 | Or dost thou keep''t lest thou thy self should''st want? |
A44471 | Or doth it boyl with fiery Lust, and rage? |
A44471 | Or else doth some Attalian City please, Or Lebedus, where tir''d with boist''rous Seas, And tedious Roads, You first sat down to ease? |
A44471 | Or else rough Curius Praise reherse In conduct prudent, and in action bold? |
A44471 | Or furious Tarquin''s haughty reign? |
A44471 | Or how Tydides fought By Pallas aid, and matcht the Gods in fight? |
A44471 | Or hungry Fannius at Tigellius Treat, Disgrace my Verse to get a little Meat? |
A44471 | Or is He New, and Damn''d for that Alone? |
A44471 | Or is He New, and therefore Bald appears? |
A44471 | Or is He base, his Sire of mean Degree? |
A44471 | Or is he writing Plays, and treads the Stage, In murd''ring Verse, and swells with Tragick rage? |
A44471 | Or is it Sin? |
A44471 | Or rather think, that all my Faults will spy, And safe within mine own perfection ly, Nor need that pardon which they can deny? |
A44471 | Or shall I arm my feeble breast, And wait on You thro Alpine Snow, Or farthest Regions of the West, Where Caesar bids the Valiant go? |
A44471 | Or shall I sing in lasting Verse Fabricius Mind too great for Gold? |
A44471 | Or show the black Merione In Trojan dust severely gay? |
A44471 | Or steel my softness, stem the Seas, Or bolder grow, and dare to fight? |
A44471 | Or storm, when He Metellus did abuse? |
A44471 | Or when thy Lust calls for a speedy Joy, And Thou hast ready a mean Girl or Boy, What wilt thou rather burn than those employ? |
A44471 | Or where do envious Cares break fewer dreams? |
A44471 | Or who deny but Tyber''s wondrous stream May Hills contemn, And swiftly roul back to his lofty Urn? |
A44471 | Or, Numa''s Laws and pious Peace? |
A44471 | Pale Cares are rude, And must intrude Untill forgetful Cups go round; And who in drink doth prate of Wars, Of Want, or State affairs? |
A44471 | Pray Sir, the Lands that Caesar vow''d to share, Amongst the Souldiers to reward the War, What must they be in Sicily or here? |
A44471 | Pray what must I expect? |
A44471 | Rogues rise before''t is light to kill and Thieve, Wilt Thou not wake to save thy self alive? |
A44471 | Shall I be loose? |
A44471 | Shall I sit down and take my Ease? |
A44471 | Shall Romulus stand next to These? |
A44471 | Should the Crowd ask, why since I live in Town, Walk the same Streets with them, I do not own The same Opinion? |
A44471 | Since thine''s more costly Luxury, Why then are you not scourg''d as well as I? |
A44471 | Sir Raschal, have I caught you, whither now? |
A44471 | Suppose I am not Covetous, am I Streight Sober? |
A44471 | TIresias now indulge one favor more, And teach beside what thou hast taught before, How to regain my Wealth, now I''me poor: Why do You smile? |
A44471 | That ever I should prove so troublesome For one fine Treat, when I could dine at home? |
A44471 | That joyful Troy and Priam laugh to see, That He, by whom their Youth, that mighty He Is now deny''d himself a Grave by Thee? |
A44471 | That rage thy gastly form disgrace? |
A44471 | The Great- ones, and the Crowd did discommend, And valued Vertue only, and her Friend? |
A44471 | The Question is, Pray what? |
A44471 | The Scauri next, the Great, the Good? |
A44471 | The Wolves with Teeth; with Horns the Bulls begin: And whence, but from a secret Guide within? |
A44471 | The vitious and the base: Who then is Good? |
A44471 | Then I who have advis''d in vain, shall smile, As He that drove his Ass t''a craggy Hill: For who would save a thing against its Will? |
A44471 | Then is there no way else to spend thy Store? |
A44471 | They one another did extreamly please; And are not Poets frantick quite like These? |
A44471 | This Messius stomachs, and replies again, Well, Sir, when will you Consecrate the Chain You vow''d the Lares? |
A44471 | This was his thought of Wealth; How far from this Did Aristippus think and do with his? |
A44471 | Tho He hath far a greater bulk than Thee, And therefore art thou not as vain as He? |
A44471 | To beg an Alms which they can choose to grant, Shall I submit to voluntary want? |
A44471 | To the same thing adapting words akin? |
A44471 | Troth never merrier; Pray Sir grant my wish, And, if no trouble, what was the first Dish?" |
A44471 | Unless all Matters I exactly hit, What just Pretence have I to be a Wit? |
A44471 | VVHat should I do at Neptune''s Feast, What better should my thoughts employ, What should I do but treat my guest, And show the greatness of my Joy? |
A44471 | VVHat will the Poet beg to day From Phoebus in his hallow''d Shrine, For what doth He design to Pray, Whil''st thus He pours his Holy Wine? |
A44471 | VVHy am I kill''d with thy Complaint? |
A44471 | VVhat dread of Heaven, or fears of Hell Could stop the Impious daring hand? |
A44471 | VVhy do we ply our Sails and Oars, And fondly visit forreign Shores? |
A44471 | WEll Sir, I hear, and have some News to tell But I''me affraid, you will not like it well From me your Slave: Who Davus is it you? |
A44471 | WHat Man, what Hero, stately Muse, Wilt thou deliver down to Fame? |
A44471 | WHat tender Youth upon a Rosy bed With Odours flowing round his head Shall ruffle Thee, and loose a heart? |
A44471 | WHence Catius pray? |
A44471 | WHence comes, my Lord, this general discontent? |
A44471 | WHere, Mad men, where? |
A44471 | Was this Man Frantick? |
A44471 | Was this the way our Fathers show''d To rise to Empire, and extend our sway? |
A44471 | Was''t not as mad as to have thrown the Gem Into a Common- shore, or muddy Stream? |
A44471 | We stop''t, and talk''t a while, as How do''st do? |
A44471 | Well Sir, and is e''en Homer all correct? |
A44471 | Well hath the Actor spoken? |
A44471 | Well now you Rogue, suppose this railing true, What doth it mean? |
A44471 | Well then, what difference is it whether now, You pay for what you have, or did it long agoe? |
A44471 | What Beast that breaks the Chain, Once free, will come and take the Clog again? |
A44471 | What Face of Death can move his fears, That saw with an undaunted Eye Vast Rocks and Waves as high: And could restrain his flowing tears? |
A44471 | What Family? |
A44471 | What God for thy great Subject choose? |
A44471 | What God to prop the falling State Shall we invoke with earnest Prayers? |
A44471 | What Honor is''t to free the Waves From Pyrates rage, and tame the Slaves, What honor can attend the VVar Where He a Captain claims a share? |
A44471 | What Lake unstain''d before Not knows our War, and swells with Latian Gore? |
A44471 | What Sea''s not dy''d? |
A44471 | What Table keep? |
A44471 | What Winds, what servile Gales Will swell his Sails, That on his Master Caesar''s may so freely blow? |
A44471 | What bounds the raging Sea, what rules the Year, Whether by their own force the Planets err, Or some Superior Guide; what spreads the Night? |
A44471 | What claim have I to the Poetick Name? |
A44471 | What comfort could compose my Mind When neither whole, nor yet so dear I should be doom''d to linger here, And feel my worser part still left behind? |
A44471 | What d''ye mean, and why in so much Hast? |
A44471 | What did He do, that you dare discommend? |
A44471 | What did He worth a Gape so large produce? |
A44471 | What do the Wits design? |
A44471 | What do you do? |
A44471 | What dost Thou laugh? |
A44471 | What dost Thou strive to run, The same mad Course, and be once more undone? |
A44471 | What doth it cost? |
A44471 | What doth the Poor Man? |
A44471 | What e''re Mecaenas does, and is it true, That He is Rivall''d by Pedantick you? |
A44471 | What fair Pretensions to put in for Fame? |
A44471 | What fills her face with Light? |
A44471 | What hath not every Country flow''d And every Sea with Roman Blood? |
A44471 | What hides the Moon? |
A44471 | What if our former Loves return And our first fires again should burn, If Chloe''s banisht to make way For the forsaken Lydia? |
A44471 | What is my Wealth, if I must always spare? |
A44471 | What is the Covetous? |
A44471 | What lovely Virgin when her Lover''s kill''d Shall wait on Thee, and call Thee Lord? |
A44471 | What measure hath it from this heap of Thine? |
A44471 | What must I do? |
A44471 | What must I fear, What undeserv''d must I be forc''t to bear? |
A44471 | What perfum''d Royal Boy To shoot in''s Fathers Bow exactly skill''d, Attend thy board; And serve Thy pleasure in another joy? |
A44471 | What profit was it, Tully, to resume Thy once lost Honors, spread thy gawdy Plume And be a Tribune? |
A44471 | What ready Servant waits to call my Miss, And who coy Lyde will entice? |
A44471 | What shall I do Trebatius? |
A44471 | What shall I do? |
A44471 | What shall I go? |
A44471 | What shall, what shall I not provide? |
A44471 | What should I do then if he prov''d unjust, Refus''d to bayl me, Thiev''d or broke his Trust? |
A44471 | What then, doth that enoble all thy blood, Make Thee Messala, Paulus, or as good? |
A44471 | What think, what make the subject of my prayer? |
A44471 | What was his Mother? |
A44471 | What will the Conquer''d Roman do? |
A44471 | What will your Mind produce? |
A44471 | What wilt Thou write no more to live exempt From Envy? |
A44471 | What worth doth lazy floth excel, If''t is withheld from sounding Fame? |
A44471 | What would you have me cringe to every Slave? |
A44471 | What, if of farther progress you despair,''T is somewhat surely to have gone thus far: Doth creeping Avarice thy mind engage? |
A44471 | Whatever Life you live, or Fishes drest, Or Leeks and Onions pill''d do make your Feast? |
A44471 | When Frantic Ajax strove to kill The Innocent Flocks, how was the Action ill? |
A44471 | When Thirst doth burn thy Throat, and call for ease, Will nothing but a golden Goblet please? |
A44471 | When others Cows do give more milk than his Is He not vext? |
A44471 | When shall I enjoy my Country Seat? |
A44471 | When with a Garment lin''d with secret flame( What will not jealous rage inspire?) |
A44471 | When you a mighty Butt resolv''d to cast, Why doth it dwindle to a Pint at last? |
A44471 | Whence came you, Sir, I pray? |
A44471 | Where is the Winter''s Cold more mild than here? |
A44471 | Where''s my Stick? |
A44471 | Where''s my Sword? |
A44471 | Which was most mad? |
A44471 | Whilst You thro Clogs of gain can nobly climb, And midst dull Avarice think on Things Sublime? |
A44471 | Who Crowns prepares for every Guest? |
A44471 | Who brings me Oyl, you Dogs, does no one hear? |
A44471 | Who doth not cheap and easie wreaths disdain? |
A44471 | Who doth the dreadful Germans fear The Scythian Rage, or Parthian Bow, Or Who the threatning Spaniards War, Whilst Caesar lives, and rules below? |
A44471 | Who midst these pleasing joys does bear, The numerous ills of Love and Fear? |
A44471 | Who not? |
A44471 | Who now dares say that streams must flow From Mountains tops to Vales below, And not to th''Springs return? |
A44471 | Who scorns known Springs and Lakes, that glorious He, And is He well, and doth He think of Me? |
A44471 | Who then is free? |
A44471 | Who''s Sober? |
A44471 | Whom first? |
A44471 | Whom will the happy Dye design The just disposer of the Wine, And great Controuler of the Feast? |
A44471 | Why All dislike the State that Chance hath sent, Or their own Choice procur''d? |
A44471 | Why I do n''t approve, And hate the Things that they do hate and love? |
A44471 | Why Yellow Tyber''s stream Doth He now hate? |
A44471 | Why are not ruin''d Fanes rebuilt? |
A44471 | Why comes Menander, Plato, Sophocles? |
A44471 | Why do his Arms no more Look black with blows and honourable scars Which once with just applause He bore, When Fame attended on his Wars? |
A44471 | Why doth he now lie hid, As once complying with his Mother''s fears The Great, the Brave Achilles did, Lest Manly dress should force him on to Wars? |
A44471 | Why doth my flowing Tongue In unbecoming silence fall? |
A44471 | Why doth that Stepdame''s frown affright? |
A44471 | Why hangs the Pipe and silent Lute? |
A44471 | Why not? |
A44471 | Why now refuse to ride Amidst his Equals, and with graceful force The fury of his Coarser guide, And bravely sit the manag''d Horse? |
A44471 | Why now to serve my Palate should it be,( For I am whipt) a greater Crime in Me, Than You? |
A44471 | Why should I strive to change my Field, And those delights my Farm can yield, For larger Lands, and more disturbing Wealth? |
A44471 | Why should I vex to hear Pontitius blame My Poems, or Demetrius carp my Fame? |
A44471 | Why since thou''rt Rich, is any good Man Poor? |
A44471 | Why so? |
A44471 | Why spend my time, and wast my health? |
A44471 | Why wast thy Ancient Lands on Paltry guests, And borrow Money to maintain thy Feasts? |
A44471 | Why, let him,''t is his Will to be undone: Since He, as the Athenian Chuff, will cry The People hiss me, True, but what care I? |
A44471 | Why, should I spend one Cross''t would still wast on,''T would all run out, and I should be undone; Why prethee what is''t good for till''t is gone? |
A44471 | Why, there are Rules and Precepts that can Ease Thy Pain, and Cure great part of thy Disease: Or art Thou Vain? |
A44471 | Why? |
A44471 | Why? |
A44471 | With what severe and piercing light The Moon and Stars now guild the Night, And glaze the scatter''d Snow with hoary Frost? |
A44471 | Wore better Cloaths, and went more neatly drest? |
A44471 | Would not Democritus if now alive, Split here, would He these Fooleries forgive? |
A44471 | Would''st thou live well? |
A44471 | Yes, Sir, I have, Perhaps as great as his: When Menius rail''d at Novius, how, says One, Do''st know thy self, or think thy faults unknown? |
A44471 | Yet after that, when you suppose him Mad, What did he do? |
A44471 | Yet freely grant him guilty of a Sin? |
A44471 | Yet when they call the Good canst Thou agree? |
A44471 | You can not Hope to have your Limbs as great As Glyco''s, nor so strong and firmly set, Yet to prevent the Gout hast Thou no care? |
A44471 | You censure my Designs? |
A44471 | You love Mens Wives, and I, my little Whores, Which is the greatest Fault now, mine or yours? |
A44471 | Youl l you, my Lord, for all the Gold The stuft Arabians houses hold Exchange one braid of sweet Lycimnia''s hair? |
A44471 | and discontented still? |
A44471 | and whither now? |
A44471 | and whither? |
A44471 | and why Each Fury bends on me an angry brow? |
A44471 | and why so fast? |
A44471 | can you no difference see Whether the Fault be in the Things, or Thee? |
A44471 | doth He not pine at this? |
A44471 | doth She surprize? |
A44471 | grant he is: Suppose here take this Sum of Gold, I said, I never do expect to be repaid, Are you mad if you take it? |
A44471 | how harsh the Noise? |
A44471 | how little would thy Money wast, If thou on better Cale and Oyl did''st feast? |
A44471 | how quickly bought? |
A44471 | in his Wits like you? |
A44471 | now you''re mighty proud, A Scribe, yet still your Ladies claim is good: But why I wonder should''st Thou run away? |
A44471 | on what unhappy Flood On what remoter Coast Have not our Youth been lost Grown Impiously Prodigal of their Blood? |
A44471 | or airy frenzy cheat My mind, well pleas''d with the deceit? |
A44471 | or do''s some better Course appear? |
A44471 | or shed a tear? |
A44471 | or will you allow That He was sober? |
A44471 | shall I creating Jove With pious duty gladly sing, That guides below, and rules above, The great Disposer, and the mighty King? |
A44471 | spend every Groat To Bribe the heedless Crowd, and get their Vote? |
A44471 | was''t design, Or else meer Chance, pray Sir, that threw him in? |
A44471 | what Poyson Reigns, What secret fire runs o''re my Veins? |
A44471 | what Rules have Men design''d? |
A44471 | what be said? |
A44471 | what refuse? |
A44471 | what time shall end Our mourning for so dear a Friend? |
A44471 | what will this Art perform? |
A44471 | where, so averse to Peace Your rusty Swords that slept in ease Why drawn? |
A44471 | why All repent? |
A44471 | why fear to touch the flood, And why the shining Oyl contemn With greater care than Viper''s blood? |
A44471 | you have propos''d me Two; And which, Sir, must I imitate of these? |
A44471 | you that do appear, A worse and greater Slave than me by far, Whom nothing can redeem from wretched fear? |