| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Ye nymphs and sylvan gods |
109-110 |
3 |
| Young I am, and yet unskill'd |
111 |
|
| From grave lessons and restraint |
111-114 |
3 |
| Diogenes, surly and proud |
114-116 |
6 |
| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
116-119 |
3 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring |
119-121 |
5 |
| Wheel of life, The |
121-122 |
5 |
| There was a jolly miller once |
123-125 |
7 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A |
125-126 |
2 |
| Ye fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm |
126-127 |
3 |
| Cold and raw the north wind did blow |
127-133 |
15 |
| Bumper of good liqour, A |
133-134 |
1 |
| Cease, gay seducers, pride to take |
134 |
2 |
| Let rakes and libertines, resign'd |
134-135 |
3 |
| How happy were my days till now! |
135 |
3 |
| Fairer than the op'ning lilies |
136 |
4 |
| When all the Attic Fire was fled |
137 |
3 |
| I thought our quarrels ended |
138-139 |
|
| Why will Laury thus retire [sic] |
139 |
2 |
| Farewel, ye green fields, and ye sweet groves |
140-141 |
3 |
| Gentle dew distill'd from heav'n |
141 |
3 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green |
142-144 |
9 |
| Send him to me |
144 |
3 |