Author: Anne Kingsmill Finch

Observe this Piece, which to our Sight does bring The fittest Posture for the Swedish King; (Encompass’d, as we think, […]

Silvia, let’s from the Crowd retire; For, What to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all […]

Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER [Mathan] WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, […]

While Monarchs in stern Battle strove For proud Imperial Sway; Abandon’d to his milder Love, Within a silent peaceful Grove, […]

CUPID one day ask’d his Mother, When she meant that he shou’d Wed? You’re too Young, my Boy, she said: […]

O King of Terrors, whose unbounded Sway All that have Life, must certainly Obey; The King, the Priest, the Prophet, […]

This is to the crown and blessing of my life, The much loved husband of a happy wife; To him […]

Exert thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring! This Moment is thy Time to sing, This Moment I attend to Praise, […]

A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient’s Bed; Enquiring, how he did […]

THE Queen of Birds, t’encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch’d her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was […]

CUPID, ere depriv’d of Sight, Young and apt for all Delight, Met with Folly on the way, As Idle and […]

A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain’d. No Pyrate seiz’d his still returning […]

Since the Road of Life’s so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To […]

Soothing his Passions with a warb’ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch’d upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov’d, who their […]

A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay’d, unprais’d, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav’rite Friends, Had Poems at […]

Persuade me not, there is a Grace Proceeds from Silvia’s Voice or Lute, Against Miranda’s charming Face To make her […]

A Fond Athenian Mother brought A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, And carve her Only Son; Who to such strange […]

To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow’r and Place Was hast’ning on; but as he roves, […]

LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys, Our chiefest Happiness below; All other Pleasures are but Toys, Musick without Thee […]

A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff’d with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes […]