So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet,
So ripe a judgment, and so rare a wit,
Require at least an age in one to meet
In her they met; but long they could not stay, 'Twas gold too fine to fix without allay
Oft in danger, yet alive,
We are come to thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than thirty-five
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays, And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ'd to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine, Some music to my Valentine
"Her bosom is love's paradis...
The day returns again, my natal day;
What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise
Beloved friend, four years have pass'd
Since thou wert snatch'd forever from our eyes
My valiant helper, a small-sized
Sleeps sweetly on my desk, by the computer,
Unaware that you insult his tribe
Cats play with a mouse or with a half-dead mole
IM Monarch
see depriv'd of vital breath,
A young Physician in the dust of death
Dost thou go on incessant to destroy:
I know that he told how I snared his soul With a snare which bled him to death
And all the men loved him,
And most of the women pitied him
But suppose you are really a lady, and have delicate tastes,