• The Emulation

    Say, Tyrant Custom, why must we obey
    The impositions of thy haughty Sway;
    From the first dawn of Life, unto the Grave,
    Poor Womankind's in every State, a Slave.... more »

  • The Repulse To Alcander

    What is't you mean, that I am thus approach'd,
    Dare you to hope, that I may be debauch'd?
    For your seducing Words the same implies,
    In begging Pity with a soft Surprise,... more »

  • To Philaster

    Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please,
    Your Passion now is but a dull disease;
    With worn-out Sighs deceive some list'ning Ear,
    Who longs to know how 'tis and what Men swear;... more »