PETER (says Pope) won't poison with his meat;
'Tis true, for Peter gives you nought to eat.
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WHEN JOVE with fair Alcmena lay,
He kept the sun a-bed all day;
That he might taste her wond'rous charms,
Two nights together in her arms.
Were I of Celia's charms possess'd,
Melting on that delicious breast,
And could, like JOVE, thy beams restrain,
Sun, thou should'...THAT Kate weds a fool what wonder can be,
Her husband has married a fool great as she.I.
Beware of building! I intended
Rough logs and thatch, and thus it ended.
II.
Instead of a pound or two, spending a mint
Must serve me at least, I believe, with a hint,
That building and building a man may be driven
At last out of doors, and have no house to live in....Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt,
All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out:
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
What walls can guard me, or what...'Tis not that I design to rob
Thee of thy birthright, gentle Bob,
For thou art born sole heir, and single,
Of dear Mat Prior's easy jingle;
Nor that I mean, while thus I knit
My thread-bare sentiments together,
To show my genius...
An Epitaph
Come knock your heads against this stone
For sorrow that poor John Thompsons goneWHAT tho' alive neglected and undone,
O let thy spirit triumph in this stone!
No greater honour could men pay thy parts,
For when they give a stone, they give their hearts.