Thy charms, O sacred Indolence, I sing

Time was when round the lion's den

She sat and sewed that hath done me the wrong
Since last we met, thou and thy horse, my dear
Sly Merry Andrew, the last Southwark Fair
So you've kem 'yer again

Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose
Songs of shepherds, rustical roundelays

Speak, O man less recent! Fragmentary fossil
Stella this day is thirty-four

Survey this shield all bossy bright.

Tell me not of Lords and laws

That all men would be cowards if they dare
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room
The darkest, strangest mystery

The fox and the cat, as they travelled one day
The learned, full of inward pride

The little boy to show his might and power
The mean, the rancorous jealousies, that swell
The rats by night such mischief did

Our words, our thoughts

The shepherd heretofore did keep
The stars are rolling in the sky
The town of Passage is neat and spacious
The world's a printing-house.
There are three ways in which men take
There is no type of indolence like this
There needs no other charm nor conjurer
There once was a painter in Catholic days
There's a time to be jolly, a time to repent
There was a Cameronian cat

There was a man bespake a thing.

There was an old man came over the Lea
There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
There were six jovial tradesmen

This is the prettiest motion

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"This kind o sogerin' aint a mite like our October trainin'
This one request I make to him that sits the clouds above

Those who in quarrels interpose

'Tis sweet to view, from half-past five to six

'Tis twenty years, and something more

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'Tis well that equal Heaven has placed

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To pass the time thereas I went

To all you ladies now at land

To Lake Aghmoogenegamook

To sup with thee thou didst me home invite

Toll, toll

Tom Goodwin was an actor man

'Twas on a lofty vase's side

Up the Mediterranin

To get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early

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Vesey! of Verse the judge and friend

Wal, no! I can't tell whar he lives

Well, Heaven be thanked! friend Allan, here I am

Well, if ever I saw such another man since my mother bound my head

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When first I sought fair Coelia's love

When Johnson sought (as Shakspeare says) that bourn
When, now mature in classic knowledge

When Orpheus went down to the regions below.
When owls are stripped of their disguise

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When these things following be done to our intent

Where gentle Thames through stately channels glides

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Where others love and praise my verses, still
Where the Red Lion, staring o'er the way

Who marrieth a wife upon a Monday

Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be

Whoever pleaseth to enquire

Why flyest thou away with fear

Why, how now, old sexton? why shake you with dread

Why should the world be so averse

Wise emblem of our politic world

With face and fashion to be known
Women, women, love of women

Would you that Delville I describe

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