Epistle: "From Holland to a Friend in England" (1703), line 23
The flowers anew returning seasons bring!
But beauty faded has no second spring.
Lobbing, The First Pastoral (1709), line 55.
There solid billows of enormous size,
Alps of green ice, in wild disorder rise.
Epistle: "To the Earl of Dorset" (1709), line 21.
The stag in limpid currents with surprise
Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise.
Epistle: "To the Earl of Dorset" (1709), line 39.
He the robe of justice wore,
Sully'd not, as heretofore,
When the magistrate was sought
With yearly gifts. Of what avail
Are guilty hoards? for life is frail;
And we are judg'd where favour is not bought.