My Spouse Nancy
"Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife Yet I am not your slave, Sir." "One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; Is it Man orWoman, say, My spouse Nancy?' "If 'tis still the lordly word, Service and obedience; I'll desert my sov'reign lord, And so,
On Commissary Goldie’s Brains
Lord, to account who dares thee call, Ore'erdispute thy pleasure? Else why, within so thicka wall, Enclose so poor a treasure?
On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday
Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the year, To bearthis hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, Butspleeny English hanging, drowning. "Now Jove, for once be mighty
On Politics
In Politics if thou would'st mix, And mean thy fortunes be; Bearthis in mind,-be deaf and blind, Let great folk hear and see.
Phillis The Fair
While larks, with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, Phillis the fair. In each bird's careless song, Glad I did share; While yonwild-flowers among, Chance led me there! Sweet to the
Poortith Cauld And Restless Love
O poortith cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortitha' I could forgive, An'twere nafor my Jeanie. Chorus-O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining? Orwhy sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining? The warld's wealth, when I think on, It's pride and a'the laveo't;