Cypresse black as ere was Crow.

Palsgrave, Lesclarcissement de la Langue Françoyse, has: 'Cypres for a woman's necke—crespe'; and Cotgrave, Fr. Dict., 'Crespe: m. Cipres; also Cobweb Lawne'. The etymology of the word has given rise to much discussion. Skinner, Etymol. Angl., regards it as a corruption of the French crepes, but suggests that it may be derived from the island of Cyprus where it was first manufactured. This is almost certainly the case, cf. arras; cashmere; dimity; dornick; muslin, and many more. Wheatley in his notes on Every Man in His Humour suggests that Cyprus is derived from 'the plant Cyperus textilis, which is still used for the making of ropes and matting.' One of the English names of this plant was 'cypress'. Gerarde in his Herbal (1597) says: 'Cyperus longus is called ... in English, Cypresse and Galingale.' Mr. Wheatley's suggestion is ingenious but impossible. There is, moreover, ample evidence in favour of the derivation from the isle Cyprus.

p. 372 A Paraphrase on the Lord's Prayer. One may compare with this Paraphrase of the Pater by Mrs. Behn that by Poliziano—Προσευχὴ πρὸς τὸν Θεόν—written in 1472 when the poet was eighteen years old. Waller has sixteen lines OF the Paraphrase on the Lord's Prayer, written by Mrs. Wharton. cf. also Some Reflections of his upon the Several Petitions in the Same Prayer.

p. 378 To Mr. P. who sings finely. Perhaps Henry Purcell, whose voice was a counter-tenor, or possibly a relative of the great musician, a bass, who sang in the choir of the Abbey at the coronation of James II.

p. 379 On the Author of that Excellent Book. The Way to Health, Long Life and Happiness was published (4to, 1682), as Health's Grand Preservative; or, the Women's Best Doctor ... shewing the Ill-Consequences of drinking Distilled Spirits and smoking Tobacco ... with a Rational Discourse on the excellency of Herbs (2nd edition, 1691, 8vo, under the first-named title; 3rd edition 1697). It is the work of Thomas Tryon (1634-1703), 'Pythagorean', mystic, economist. This remarkable man, of whom a full account may be found in the Dic. Nat. Biog., was long a fervent follower of Jacob Behmen, and forms an interesting link between this enthusiast and the early quakers. In The Way to Health he advocates a vegetable diet, complete abstinence from alcohol, tobacco, and indeed all luxuries. This, however, is done without fanaticism, and he has many pages of sound common sense. The manual is in the highest degree interesting, and in spite of much quaint detail his hygiene was excellent. Tryon died at Hackney, 21 August, 1703. This same poem appears prefixed to The Way to make All People Rich: or Wisdom's Call to Temperance and Frugality, by Philotheos Physiologus. [T. Tryon]. 12mo, 1685.

p. 382 Epilogue to the Jealous Lovers. The Jealous Lovers, which is by many considered Randolph's best play, was originally acted before the King and Queen at Cambridge by the students of Trinity. It was printed quarto, 1632, with nine copies of English, and seven of Latin, verses. The revival of this comedy at the Duke's house in 1682 met with extraordinary success, and is mentioned by Langbaine. Nokes, who spoke this epilogue, acted Asotus the prodigal, and Leigh, Ballio the pimp. Jo and Jack are Joseph Williams and John Bowman who sustained Tyndarus and Pamphilus.

Rebell Ward is a sharp hit at Sir Patience Ward (1629-1696), the ultra-protestant lord mayor of London, to which office he was elected on Michaelmas day, 1680, entering on to his duties 29 October following. He was a violent upholder of the city against the court, and in 1683 was tried for perjury in connection with the action brought by the Duke of York against Sir Thomas Pilkington for scandalum magnatum. On being found guilty he escaped to Holland but returned at the Revolution. He died 10 July, 1696, and is buried in the chancel of St. Mary Abchurch. This fanatic incurred much odium early in his Mayoralty by having an additional inscription engraved on the Monument to the effect that the Great Fire had been caused by the Catholics. A similar inscription was placed on the house in Pudding Lane where the fire began. Tom Ward (1652-1791), in his England's Reformation (1710, canto iv, p. 100), jeering at Titus Oates and his fictions has the following lines:—

That sniffling whig-mayor, Patience Ward,
To this damn'd lie had such regard,
That he his godly masons sent
T'engrave it round the Monument.
They did so; but let such things pass:
His men were fools, and he an ass.

Roscommon, The Ghost of the old House of Commons ... (1681), dockets 'the Bethels and the Wards' together as

Anti-Monarchic—Hereticks of State.

Your Damage is at most but half-a-Crown. half-a-Crown was the price of admittance to the Pit. vide note, vol. I, p. 450.

p. 383 A Pastoral to Mr. Stafford. John Stafford, the translator of the Camilla episode (Dryden's Sylvae: or, the Second Part of Poetical Miscellanies, 1685, p. 481), is the same person who translated other parts of Virgil and Horace in the same Miscellany, Vols. I and II. In the 3rd edition of Vol. II he is called 'the Honourable Mr. John Stafford.' Stafford is also the author of the Epilogue (sometimes erroneously printed as Dryden's) to Southerne's The Disappointment; or, The Mother in Fashion (1684, and 4to, 1684).

p. 383 cale. This excessively rare adjective, which the N.E.D. fails to include, is an Irish word = hard.

p. 390 Gildon's Chorus Poetarum. 'Adequately to translate Sappho' says J. A. Symonds in The Greek Poets 'was beyond the power of even Catullus: that love-ode, which Longinus called "not one passion, but a congress of passions," and which a Greek physician copied into his book of diagnoses as a compendium of all the symptoms of corroding emotion, appears but languid in its Latin dress of "Ille mi par." Far less has any modern poet succeeded in the task: Rossetti, who deals so skilfully with Dante and Villon, is comparatively tame when he approaches Sappho.' This rendering of The Ode to Anactoria (as tradition names it) Φαίνεταί μοι κῆνος ἴσος θέοισιν, first appears under Mrs. Behn's name in Gildon's Chorus Poetarum, 1694. In State Poems, Vol. II (1703), it is printed with the title On Madam Behn, a very different matter. If the lines are Mrs. Behn's she must have versified them from a translation given her by Hoyle or some other friend. In any case they are graceful and far better than the versions of Ambrose Philips (1711), or Smollett (1748). But, indeed, it is impossible to translate these lines which are so truly 'mixed with fire' as Plutarch has it. For various attempts and a literal prose version see Wharton's Sappho.

p. 391 Complaint of the poor Cavaliers. The Muses Mercury, June 1707, prefixes the following to this poem: 'All the World knows Mrs. Behn was no Whig, no Republican, nor Fanatick; her Zeal lay quite on the other Side: And tho her Manners was no Honour to any, yet her Wit made her acceptable to that which she espous'd. She was a Politician, as well as a Poet: for we find in the short Account of her Life, printed with those of other Poets, she was employ'd by Charles II. in the Discovery of the Dutch Intrigues in the Dutch War; which she was the better qualifi'd to do by her knowledge of their Language, she having liv'd a long time in Surinam, a Colony where there were many Dutch Merchants; and not long after she left it 'twas surrendered to that Republic by King Charles. 'Tis well known, that the Gentlemen she speaks of in the following Poem, had too much reason to complain; and that the very Men, who had been so much instrumental in keeping King Charles the II. out of his Dominions, were most caress'd after his Restoration.'

p. 393 Mrs. Harsenet. Carola, daughter of Sir Roger Harsnett, knight. These verses are a variation of 'To my Lady Morland at Tunbridge.' vide p. 175.

p. 395 A letter to the Earl of Kildare. John FitzGerald, 18th Earl of Kildare, lived in St. James' Square, and in 1648 married, as his second wife, Elizabeth, eldest daughter of Charles Jones, 1st Earl of Ranelagh ('a fortune of £10,000.') She died in 1758 at the great age of ninety-three. She was extremely beautiful, and either she or one of her unmarried sisters was a mistress of the King.

The Lady Mary Howard, sister to the Earl of Carlisle, died in the last week of October, 1694. She was notorious for her intrigues, and the satires of the time accuse her of being little better than a procuress both for King Charles II and the Earl of Dorset. cf. Rochester's The Royal Angler

My Lady Mary nothing can design
But feed her lust with what she get's for thine,

and the Earl of Dorset's Lamentation for Moll Howard's absence (Harleian MSS.), which ends

Oh Love! Oh Love! Ye Pow'rs above
Intriguing Moll restore,
The best Interpreter of Love,
That ever message bore.

Amongst her lovers were Harry Lumley, Hungerford, Howe. It is noticeable that the lampoons inevitably refer to her in the grossest terms.

All the World can't afford
Such a Bitch as Mall Howard,

writes one versifier, and in Rochester's Ghost addressing itself to the Secretary of the Muses she is found bracketed with seven other ladies of the most dubious repute,

And here, would time permit me, I could tell,
Of Cleveland, Portsmouth, Crofts, and Arundel,
Mol. Howard, Su[sse]x, Lady Grey, and Nell,
Strangers to good, but bosom Friends to ill,
As boundless in their lusts as in their will.

When Lady Mary Howard was received into the Church in 1685, the wits (as was often the case on these conversions) seized the opportunity to flood the town with their pasquils, e.g. The Ladies March.

p. 397 an Urban Throng (as Mr. Bayes calls it). cf. The Rehearsal, iii, v, the scene of Prince Volscius 'going out of Town'.

Vols. Harry, my Boots; for I'l go rage among
My Blades encamp'd, and quit this Urban throng.

p. 398 Prologue to Romulus. vide Vol. I, pp. xlii-iii.

p. 399 Green-Ribbon-Brother. The green ribbon was the badge of Shaftesbury's party, as a red ribbon was of the Tories. North (Examen) gives the following account of the green ribbon fraternity: 'This was the club originally called the King's Head Club. The gentlemen of that worthy society held their evening sessions continually at the King's Head Tavern, over against the Inner Temple Gate. But upon occasion of the signal of a green ribbon agreed to be worn in their hats, in the days of street-engagements, like the coats of arms of valiant knights of old, whereby all the warriors of that society might be distinguished, and not mistake friends for enemies; they were called also the Green Ribbon Club. Their seat was in a sort of car-four at Chancery-lane-end; a centre of business and company most proper for such anglers of fools. The house was double balconied in the front, as may be yet seen, for the clubsters to issue forth in fresco, with hats and no perruques; pipes in their mouths, merry faces, and diluted throats, for the vocal encouragement of the canaglia below, at bonfires, on usual and unusual occasions.' The Green Ribbon is frequently alluded to. cf. Otway, The Poet's Complaint of His Muse (4to, 1680), xv:—

He gain'd authority and place:
By many for preferments was thought fit,
For talking treason without fear or wit:
For opening failings in the state: }
For loving noisy and unsound debate, }
And wearing of a mystical green ribband in his hat. }

p. 400 Mrs. Behn's Satyr on Dryden. This acrid attack upon the great laureate is ungenerous to a degree, and Mrs. Behn's jibes are the more surprising, inasmuch as she had always been Tory to the backbone and a particular partisan of King James II. No doubt continued ill health and a hard struggle are largely responsible for her bad temper. There can be no question that Dryden's conversion was absolutely conscientious, and his line of action at the Revolution amply proves his sincerity. Few, if any, critics would to-day venture to echo Macaulay's discredited pronouncements, doubly dangerous that they are from the vigour and charm of their expression. Burnet's partisan libels and denunciation of Dryden can be dismissed as impertinent and groundless. It is not to be supposed that on such an occasion the whole horde of waspish Lilliputians, who hated the genius of glorious John, would not pour forth a very torrent of venom and slime. Such impotent pasquils as The Renegado Poet, and To Mr. Dryden upon his declaring himself a Roman Catholic abound. Dryden, so far as we know, had always shown himself kindly to Mrs. Behn. He included her paraphrase of Ovid's [OE]none to Paris in the translation of Ovid's Epistles 'by several Hands' (1680), and took care to pay her a graceful compliment in the preface. Further, he allowed a prologue of his own to be used at the production of her posthumous play, The Widow Ranter, in 1690. His letter of advice to Corinna (Mrs. Thomas), which, with an acknowledgement of the freedom of some of his own scenes, bids her refrain from following the carelessness of the illustrious Astrea, was written with reference to the mitigated taste of the last years of the seventeenth century when Collier had already penned his diatribe of decorum, rather than as a rebuke of, or a reflection upon Mrs. Behn.

I owe the present copy of this satire, which has never before been printed, to the kindness of G. Thorn Drury, Esq., K.C., who generously transcribed the lines, thirty-one in number, from a MS. in his possession, which he copied from Haslewood, who writes 'From an old MS. in my Port Folio'.[7] The Historical MSS. Commission Third Report (1872) Appendix gives amongst the MSS. in the custody of the Bishop of Southwark, On Mr. Dryden renegate, by Mrs. Behn, 1 leaf, 33 lines. Fr. Cunningham, the Southwark archivist, whom I take this opportunity of most heartily thanking for the trouble he was put to in the matter, finds that this leaf was one of a number of MSS. restored by Bishop Danell in October, 1875, to the two sources whence they had been borrowed by the Rev. Mark Tierney. These were the Archivium of the late Cardinal Manning, and the Stonyhurst collection. Fr. Cyril Martindale, S.J., informs me that the poem is not to be found at Stonyhurst College. Nor can it be traced at Westminster. The unfortunate conclusion is that it has been irretrievably lost. A couplet would appear to have dropped out in the present copy.

[7] In line twenty-four the MS. has 'constant to worship', but as Mr. Thorn Drury pertinently points out, 'content' is clearly the right word.

p. 401 Valentinian. For Rochester's Valentinian see Vol. III, The Lucky Chance, Preface (p. 186), and note on that passage (p. 484). This alteration was printed quarto, 1685, with a vigorous defence of Rochester, 'a Preface concerning the Author and his Writings. By one of his Friends.' (i.e. Robert Wolseley, son of Sir Charles Wolseley.) It is curious to note that two publishers divided the risk of publication, and on the title pages of different 4tos we have different names. Mrs. Sarah Cook, who spoke this Prologue the first day, was an actress of no little eminence and beauty. Her origin was humble (her mother is said to have kept a tiny shop), and she early joined the Nursery. In 1677 we find her cast for Gillian, when Leanard's wholesale plagiarism of Brewer's Country Girl entitled Country Innocence; or, The Chambermaid turn'd Quaker, was produced during Lent by the younger part of the Theatre Royal Company, with help from such experienced performers as Haynes, Lydal, Goodman, Mrs. Marshall and Mrs. Knipp. The following year Mrs. Cook acted Flora in The Rambling Justice, another Nursery play, also put on in Lent. Langbaine ascribes this comedy to Leanard, and much of it is stolen in his style. Amongst Mrs. Cook's many rôles after she had joined the King's Company as a regular actress were:—1681, Livia, in D'Urfey's Sir Barnaby Whig; 1682, Semanthe, in Southerne's The Loyal Brother; The Countess of Rutland in Banks' The Unhappy Favourite. After the Union of the Companies (first performance 16 November, 1682), Mrs. Cook, who had already taken a high place, acted parts of great importance. We find that she spoke the Epilogue to Dryden and Lee's The Duke of Guise (December, 1682), and in 1683 she appears as Spaconia in a notable revival of A King and No King. The same year she possibly acted the Countess in Ravenscroft's Dame Dobson. In 1684 she played Serena in Lee's Constantine the Great; Erminia in Southerne's The Disappointment; Portia, in a revival of Julius Cæsar; 1685, Aminta in D'Urfey's The Commonwealth of Women; Edith, in a revival of Rollo, Duke of Normandy; 1686, Lady Lovemore in Jevon's farce, A Devil of A Wife; Donna Elvira in D'Urfey's The Banditti; 1687, Letitia in Mrs. Behn's The Lucky Chance; Quisara in Tate's poor alteration of The Island Princess; Elaria, in Mrs. Behn's farcical The Emperor of the Moon. Genest who records this as her last rôle says that she quitted the stage at this time. It has been stated that she died in the winter of 1687. At any rate her name no longer appears, and her place was amply filled by the advent of Mrs. Bracegirdle. Mrs. Cook was celebrated for speaking saucy and political epilogues, e.g. that to The Duke of Guise, and, again, Dryden's brilliant epilogue to Constantine the Great. A MS. (Harleian) Satire on the Players (c. 1682-3) coarsely vilipends her thus:—

Impudent Sarah thinks she's praised by all,
Mistaken Drab, back to thy Mother's stall,
And let true Savin whom thou hast proved so well; }
'Tis a rare thing that belly will not swell, }
Though swived and swived and as debauched as hell. }

On the Second Day of Valentinian a second prologue was spoken by Mrs. Cook. They are clever verses, and with regard to the critics who gird at Rochester, some 'for his want of Wit', and others because 'he too obscenely writ', it is said:—

Like Falstaffe let 'em conquer Heroes dead,
And praise Greek Poets they cou'd never read.

The third 'Prologue intended for Valentinian, to be spoken by Mrs. Barrey' contains the famous lines with reference to the dead author:—

Some Beauties here I see—
Though now demure, have felt his pow'rful Charms,
And languish'd in the circle of his Arms.

p. 402 Jenny. A well-known orange wench to whom there are allusions in the satires of the day. 'Jenny' is sometimes also a generic name for a mask.

p. 402 Blanket Fair. Evelyn, 6 January, 1684, notes 'the river quite frozen', and on the 9th writes: 'I went across the Thames on the ice, now become so thick as to bear not only streets of booths, in which they roasted meat, and had divers shops of wares, quite across as in a town, but coaches, carts and horses passed over.' On subsequent days he notes the continuance of this frost, and on 24 January has a famous description of the Thames fair with its 'sleds, sliding with skates, a bull-baiting, horse and coach-races, puppet-plays and interludes, cooks, tippling, and other lewd places, so that it seemed to be a bacchanalian triumph, or carnival on the water'. A printing press was even set up and cards printed, one of which is given, dated 5 February, in a note by Bray, Evelyn's Diary, II (p. 192) (1850).

p. 403 To Henry Higden. Henry Higden, to whose translation of Juvenal's tenth satire Mrs. Behn prefixed these complimentary verses, was a well-known wit of the day. A Yorkshireman, a member of the Middle Temple, he moved in the best and gayest society. In 1686 he published A Modern Essay on the Thirteenth Satyr of Juvenal (Licensed 11 November, 1685), and in 1687 followed this up by A Modern Essay on the Tenth Satyr of Juvenal. With Mrs. Behn's Poem are also printed verses by Dryden and Settle. Higden is the author of a good comedy, The Wary Widdow: or, Sir Noisy Parrat (4to, 1693). Sir Charles Sedley wrote the prologue, there are six copies (one by Tom Brown in Latin), of complimentary verses, and the play is dedicated to the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex. A legend exists that the author 'had introduced so much punch-drinking into it that the actors got intoxicated before the end of the third act, and the house separated in confusion'. This seems to me dubious at the least, and if true the actors must have begun in a singularly mellow condition. Sir Noisy, indeed (Act i), declares 'we must banish Venus out of our Calender, Jolly Bacchus shall rejoyce our hearts, and be our Dominical Letter,' yet in Act ii, sc. iii, he toasts Clarinda's health but once and that in 'Wine and Colour'd water'; whilst Act iii, sc. vi, 'the Rose Tavern' where Sir Noisy gets drunk with Scaredevil and Fulham is somewhat quiet for a toping of the period. In Act iv Nantz is quaffed on shipboard, but all the rest of the play is temperate enough, and the tradition (repeated ad nauseam), must indubitably be dismissed as pure fiction. Higden in his Preface ascribes the doom of The Wary Widdow to those 'Sons of Zeruiah', the 'murmuring Israelites' and 'Pagans of the Pits' who 'hissing, mimicking, ridiculing, and Cat-calling' utterly 'vanquished the stage', and dumbfounded the unfortunate performers. No doubt a braying clique damned the piece. It may be noted that in his Preface Higden takes occasion to gird at the recent success of Congreve's The Old Bachelor.

p. 405 On the Death of E. Waller, Esq. Edmund Waller died at Hall Barn, 21 October, 1687, and on 26 October was buried in Beaconsfield churchyard. This elegy of Mrs. Behn's was first printed in a collection entitled Poems to Memory of that Incomparable Poet Edmund Waller, Esquire. 'By Several Hands.' 1688. The volume (27 pages), contains poems by Sir John Cotton, Bart.; Sir Tho. Higgons; T. Rymer; Monsieur St. Evremon (six lines in French, with an English translation by T. R.); George Granville; Bevill Higgons; A. Behn; an Anonymous Poem; and 'To Mr. Riley, Drawing Mr. Waller's Picture', signed T. R. The letter accompanying these lines sent by Mrs. Behn to Waller's daughter-in-law, will be found in the Memoir (Vol. I, pp. l-li).

p. 407 A Pindaric Poem. For the occasion of this Poem vide Vol. I, p. liii. From stanza 4 it would appear that Dr. Burnet had suggested to Mrs. Behn that she should write a Pindaric or some similar poem on William of Orange and his consort. To her credit she refused. The verses To Her Sacred Majesty Queen Mary are more than ample on such themes.


Index of First Lines.

A
VOL. PAGE
A Constancy in Love I'll prise vi 304
A Curse upon that faithless Maid iii 396
A Den where Tygers make the passage good vi 252
A Lady lovely, with a charming Meen vi 261
A Lovers Rage and Jealousie vi 330
A Neighbouring Villa which derives its name vi 237
A Palace that is more uneasy far vi 269
A Pox of the States-man that's witty i 397; vi 211
A Pox upon this needless Scorn i 188; vi 190
A thousand Martyrs I have made vi 305
After our showing Play of mighty Pains ii 192
After these Debates of Love vi 73
Ah! charming Object of my wishing Thought! vi 19
Ah! Charmion! shroud those killing Eyes iv 386
Ah! cruel Love! when will thy Torments cease? vi 307
Ah! false Amyntas, can that Hour i 273
Ah hapless sex! who bear no charms vi 348
Ah! he who first found out the way vi 25
Ah, Jenny, gen your Eyes do kill ii 253
Ah, Sylvia! if I still pursue vi 198
Ah! what can mean that eager Joy vi 192
Ah! wonder not if I appear vi 46
Alas! and must the Sun decline vi 61
Alexis, since you'll have it so vi 349
All Joy to Mortals, Joy and Mirth iii 457
All Trembling in my Arms Aminta lay vi 241
All you Beauties and Attractions vi 342
Aminta, fear not to confess vi 38
Amyntas, that true hearted Swaine iii 321; vi 164
Amyntas, if your Wit in Dreams vi 174
Amyntas led me to a Grove i 255; vi 163
Amyntas, whilst you vi 173
And how, and how, Mesieurs! what do you say vi 382
And sighing said, ah Gods! have you vi 258
And tho' I do not speak, alas vi 251
As Country Squire, who yet had never known iii 5
As free as wanton Winds I liv'd vi 56
As Rivals of each other jealous prove iv 319
As when a Conqu'ror does in Triumph come vi 175
As when a Monarch does in Triumph come vi 393
As young Selinda led her Flock vi 375
At last, dear Lysidas, I'l set thee Free vi 224
B
Beauty like Wit, can only charm when new ii 106
Beneath the kind protecting Laurel's shade vi 63
Beyond the Merit of the Age vi 204
Blest Age! when ev'ry Purling Stream vi 138
By Heaven 'tis false, I am not vain vi 43
C
Cease, cease, Aminta, to complain vi 370
Cease, cease, that vain and useless scorn vi 326
Cease to defend your Amorous Heart vi 319
Cease your Wonder, cease your Guess iii 233
Celinda, who did Love Disdain iii 55; vi 209
Ceres, Great Goddess of the bounteous Year vi 177
Cold as my solid Chrystal is vi 99
Come, my fair Cloris, come away vi 156
Come, my Phillis, let us improve vi 192
Crudo Amore, Crudo Amore ii 361
Cupid, my darling Cupid, and my Joy vi 387
D
Damon, altho you waste in vain vi 378
Damon, I cannot blame your Will ii 111; vi 165
Damon, if you'd have me true vi 36
Damon, if your Heart and Flame vi 27
Damon, if your Love be true vi 31
Damon, my Watch is just and new vi 79
Damon, the young, the am'rous, and the true vi 96
Darling of Mars! Bellona's Care! vi 78
Dear Silvia, let's no farther strive vi 212
Dull Love no more thy Senceless Arrows prize vi 208
E
Enough kind Heaven! to purpose I have liv'd vi 171
F
Fain I would have leave to tell vi 102
Fair Goddess of my just Desire vi 81
Fair Ladies, pity an Unhappy Maid vi 399
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be vi 363
Fair Nymph, remember all your Scorn (J. Wright) ii 183
Faithful Lisander, I your Vows approve vi 259
Farewel, my little charming Boy! vi 310
Farewell the Great, the Brave and Good vi 144
Farewel the World and mortal Cares ii 394
Fly, Lysidus, this hated Place vi 340
Fond Love thy pretty Flatteries cease vi 267
For far less Conquest we have known vi 87
G
Gallants, our Poets have of late so us'd ye iii 285
Gallants, you have so long been absent hence ii 6; iv 309
Give me the Man that's hollow vi 391
Go, happy Lovers, perfect the desires vi 282
H
Had'st thou, Amintas, liv'd in that great age vi 360
Hail, Beauteous Prophetess, in whom alone (Kendrick) vi 296
Hail, Learned Bard! who dost thy power dispence vi 379
Hang Love, for I will never pine iii 309
Heav'n for Sovereignty has made your Form vi 98
Heaven save ye, Gallants; and this hopeful Age (Dryden) iv 223
Here at your Feet, we tribute pay i 280
Her mourning languid Eyes are rarely shown vi 265
He that would have the Passion be vi 73
He that wou'd precious time improve vi 326
Him whom you see so awful and severe vi 235
Hiss 'em, and cry 'em down, 'tis all in vain i 329
Honour's a mighty Phantom! which around vi 278
How shall a Lover come to know vi 51
How strangely does my Passion grow iii 160
How strongly does my Passion flow vi 189
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring vi 405
How vain have prov'd the Labours of the Stage (Otway) ii 201
How we shall please ye now I cannot say vi 398
I
I am the Ghost of him who was a true Son i 341
I Come not a Petitioner to sue iii 175
If when the God of Day retires vi 200
I here and there o'erheard a Coxcomb cry iv 115
In a Cottage by the Mountain iv 189
I know You, and I must confess vi 403
Injurious Pin, how durst thou steal so nigh? vi 392
I Never mourn'd my Want of Wit, 'till now (Cotton) vi 6
In Phillis all vile Jilts are met ii 260
In the Blooming Time o'th' year vi 193
In vain, dear Youth, you say you love vi 196
In vain I have labour'd the Victor to prove iv 153; vi 173
In vain to Woods and Deserts I retire vi 389
In vain we labour to reform the Stage i 115
Iris, to keep my Soul entire and true vi 42
Iris, to spare what you call Flattery vi 94
Its Torrent has no other source vi 253
It was too much, ye Gods, to see and hear vi 207
K
Keep, lovely Maid, the Softness in your Eyes vi 101
Know all ye Whigs and Tories of the Pit iii 99
L
Ladies, the Prince was kind at last iv 212
Let murmuring Lovers no longer repine iii 454
Let Love no more your Heart inspire vi 314
Long, and at vast Expence, th' industrious Stage iii 393
Long has Wit's injur'd Empire been opprest (J. Cooper) vi 117
Long have we turn'd the point of our just Rage (A Person of Quality) iii 278
Long have our Priests condemn'd a wicked Age vi 343
Love in Fantastique Triumph sat ii 9; vi 163
Love is a God, whose charming Sway vi 34
Love, of all Joys, the sweetest is vi 54
Love ought alone the Mystick Knot to tie vi 82
Love when he Shoots abroad his Darts vi 230
Lovers, if you wou'd gain a Heart vi 24
Lydia, Lovely Maid, more fair vi 212
M
Make haste, Amintas, come away ii 35
Make hast! make hast! my miserable soul vi 361
Melinda, who had never been vi 29
Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore vi 368
Must we eternal Martyrdom pursue? vi 249
My Amoret, since you must know vi 153
My Damon, if your Heart be kind vi 41
My Damon, tho' I stint your Love vi 33
My Plot, I fear, will take but with a few ii 299
My Present's delicate and new vi 15
N
No, Delia, no: What Man can range (Gildon) iv 343
No! give me all, th' impatient Lover cries vi 107
No more, Lucinda, ah! expose no more (Cheek) iii 224
Not to sigh and be tender vi 312
Now, my fair Tyrant, I despise your Pow'r vi 254
O
O Iris! While you thus can charm vi 22
O Jealousy! thou Passion most ingrate! vi 70
O thou that dost excel in Wit and Youth! vi 106
O Wondrous condescention of a God! vi 372
Oft in my Jealous Transports I wou'd cry vi 271
Oh, Damon, if thou ever wert vi 345
Oh! fond remembrance! do not bring vi 341
Oh! how at ease my Heart would live vi 72
Oh! how soft it is to see vi 332
Oh! how that Negligence becomes your Air! vi 104
Oh! how the Hand the Lover ought to prize vi 103
Oh Iris! boast that one peculiar Charm vi 101
Oh Iris! let my sleeping Hours be fraught vi 66
Oh! Love that stronger art than Wine iii 231
Oh! what Pleasure 'tis to find vi 325
Oh with what Pleasure did I pass away vi 262
Oh, wonder of thy Sex! Where can we see vi 123
Olives are never fading seen vi 85
Once more my Muse is blest; her humble Voice (Jenkins) vi 9
One day the Amorous Lysander vi 178
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Pan, grant that I may never prove vi 177
Perhaps I am mistaken here vi 16
Philander, since you'll have it so vi 58
Philander was a jolly Swain ii 247
Phillis, whose Heart was Unconfin'd i 148; vi 191
Poets are Kings of Wit, and you appear i 212
Poor Damon! Art thou caught? Is't ev'n so? vi 185
Poor Lost Serena, to Bemoan vi 186
Poor Lycidus, for shame arise vi 306
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Rejoyce! my new made happy Soul, Rejoyce! vi 260
Remember, Damon, while your Mind vi 16
Rise, Cloris, charming Maid, arise! iii 191
Rivals 'tis call'd, a Village where vi 268
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Say, my fair Charmer, must I fall vi 255
Scorning religion all thy life time past vi 400
She blows the Youthful Lovers flame vi 245
She that wou'd rack a Lover's Heart vi 70
Since with old Plays you have so long been cloy'd iii 188
Sincerity! thou greatest Good! vi 49
Sir Timothy, Gallants, at last is come (Ravenscroft) vi 49
Sitting by yonder River side (made by a Gentleman) iv 44
Slight unpremeditated Words are borne vi 22
So hard the times are, and so thin the Town ii 411
Such Charms of Youth, such Ravishment vi 231
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Take back that Heart, you with such Caution give vi 202
Take heed, my Damon, in the Grove vi 47
Tell me; oh, tell me! Charming Prophetess vi 109
Tell me! What can he design vi 18
That Beauty I ador'd before vi 364
That Coxcomb can ne're be at ease vi 311
That Love may all Perfection be vi 92
That Love's my Conduct where I go vi 14
That Love, the great Instructor of the Mind vi 14
That tho' the Favours of the Fair vi 17
That when a Lover ceases to be blest vi 20
The banisht Cavaliers! a Roving Blade! i 105
The Devil take this cursed plotting Age ii 307
The God of Love beholding every day vi 315
The Grove was gloomy all around vi 183
The happy Minute's come, the Nymph is laid iii 52
The Houses there, retir'd in Gardens are vi 250
The nobler Lover, who would prove vi 77
The peaceful Place where gladly I resort vi 397
The Smiles, the Graces, and the Sports vi 84
The Vizor's off, and now I dare appear i 424
Then do not let your murm'ring Heart vi 72
There they shall all together reign vi 70
This is the Coast of Africa vi 228
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument vi 381
This River's call'd Pretension; and its source vi 244
Thither all the Amorous Youth repair vi 239
Tho' Damon every Virtue have vi 18
Thô my Heart were full of Passion vi 336
Tho', Silvia, you are very fair vi 71
Those Eyes that can no better Conquest make vi 86
Thou great Young Man! Permit amongst the Crowd vi 166
Thou Grief of my Heart, and thou Pearl of my Eyes iv 59
Thou one continu'd Sigh! all over Pain vi 111
Thou Wonder of thy Sex! Thou greatest Good! (G. J.) vi 9
Though the Young prize Cupid's Fire iv 352
Thus both resolve to break their Chain vi 71
Time and Place you see conspire iv 353
Tis all eternal Spring around vi 283
'Tis not enough to reade and to admire (J. C.) vi 119
Tis not your saying that you love vi 397
'Tis that which leads those captivated Hearts vi 99
'Tis wonderous Populous from the excess vi 244
To celebrate your Praise, no Muse can crown (Rich. Faerrar) vi 8
To speak of thee no Muse will I invoke vi 121
To thee, dear Paris, Lord of my Desires vi 214
'Twas there, I saw my Rival take vi 308
'Twas vain for Man the Laurels to persue (J. Adams) vi 120
'Twas when the Fields were gay vi 188
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We all can well admire, few well can praise (J. W.) vi 131
We charg'd you boldly in our first advance iii 381
Weep, weep, Lysander, for the lovely Maid vi 280
Well! you expect a Prologue to the Play iv 121
We pity such as are by Tempest lost vi 395
We're grown Impatient to be out of pain iv 398
We write not now, as th' antient Poets writ iv 8
What Art thou, oh! thou new-found pain? vi 356
What differing Passions from what once I felt vi 238
What doleful crys are these that fright my sence vi 151
What is the recompence of War iv 202
What Life can compare with the jolly Town-Rake's (Motteux) iv 331
What mean those Amorous Curles of Jet? vi 195
What means this Knot, in Mystick Order Ty'd vi 182
When Damon first began to love i 33
When Jemmy first began to Love vi 165
When Love shall two fair objects mix vi 339
When Maidens are young and in their Spring iii 429
When old Rome's Candidates aspir'd to Fame vi 407
When th'Almighty Powers th'Universe had fram'd (H. Watson) vi 136
When the sad news was spread (F. N. W.) vi 132
When to the charming Bellinda I came vi 322
When two Hearts entirely love vi 90
When you Love, or speak of it vi 321
Where should a Lover hide his Joys vi 89
While, Iris, I at distance gaze vi 371
While this poor Homage of our Verse we give (N. Tate) vi 7
Whilst happy I Triumphant stood vi 148
Whither, young Damon, whither in such hast vi 350
Who, but a Lover, can express vi 20
Why, Amarillis, dost thou walk alone vi 383
Why, fair Maid, are you uneasy vi 324
Why shou'd that faithless wanton give vi 309
With late Success being blest, I'm come again ii 98
With our old Plays, as with dull Wife it fares iii 462
With Rigor Arm your self (I cry'd) vi 272
With that assurance we to day address vi 401
With you, unhappy Eyes, that first let in vi 225
Wits, like Physicians, never can agree i 7
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Ye bold Magicians in Philosophy (Anon.) vi 124
Yes, the fair Object, whom you praise vi 60
You ask me, Phillis, why I still pursue vi 394
Young Jemmy was a Lad vi 210