O Let Us Still The Secret Joy

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

There Are Some Solitary Wretches Who Seem To Have Left The Rest Of Mankind, Only, As Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil In Private.

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?