Well may they boast themselves an ancient Nation; For they were bred e'er manners were in fashion |
What all your sex desire is Sovereignty |
What passion cannot music raise and quell! |
What passions cannot music raise or quell? |
Whatever is, is in its causes just |
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell. |
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat yet, fool'd by hope, men favour the deceit |
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat. Yet, fooled by hope, men favour the deceit; trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: to-morrow's falser than the former day. |
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. |
When rattling bones together fly, / From the four corners of the sky. |
While yet a young probationer, / And candidate of heaven. |
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. |
Who, for false quantities, was whipped at school. |
Wit will shine / Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. |
With ravished ears / The monarch hears, / Assumes the god, / Affects to nod, / And seems to shake the spheres. |