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- Studious of ease and fond of humble things.
- 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.
- Ode: "On the Death of the Right Honourable William Earl Cowper" (1723), line 137.
To Miss Charlotte Pulteney in Her Mother’s Arms (1724)
- Timely blossom, Infant fair,
Fondling of a happy pair.
- And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.
- Wearied then and glad of rest,
Like the linnet in the nest.