Why Did I Write? What Sin To

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

Alas! The Small Discredit Of A Bribe Scarce Hurts The Lawyer, But Undoes The Scribe.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.

Here Thou, Great Anna! Whom Three Realms Obey, / Dost Sometimes Counsel Take—and Sometimes Tea.