Two ears and but a single tongue

To men, from Eden erst thro' woman driven
To me the wanton girls insulting say
To me 'twas given to die: to thee 'tis given.
To me you prophesy, our mitred Moore
Tomkins will clear the land, they say.
Tom prais'd his friend, who chang'd his state
Tom thought a wild profusion great
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune
To please the fair, a luckless wight
To rob the public two contractors come
To say the picture does to him belong.

To slothful men the day, night, month and year
To smile, or to forgive, we ask thee not.
To stone the gods had chang'd her-but in vain
To these, whom Death again did wed
To the thief Bardella, condemn'd to die
To this great ship, which round the globe has run
To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near
To those of Lacedæmon, stranger, tell
To use the tongue in speech is great

To us twin birds, who by one twin wound fell
To write in an album's a delicate matter
To you a tribute from each Muse is due
To youth, to age, alike, this tablet pale
Tread softly; make no noise
Tread softly, reader, lest you wake

Treason doth never prosper; what's the reason?
Tres quondam nudas vidit Priameius heros
Troy fell with Hector, and no champion's spear
True to his master, generous, brave
True wit is like the brilliant stone
Trumps ever ruled the charming maid
Tutor of human life! auspicious guide.

'Twas from a spout which pours into the street
'Twas not my nectar made thy strength divine
'Twixt cannons and canons the diff'rence is small
'Twixt footman John and Dr. Toe

Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore

Two lawyers when a knotty case was o'er

Unhappy Tantalus, amidst the flood

Unlike my subject will I frame my song
Unmark'd by trophies of the great and vain
Unqualified in senates to declaim

What though the sea be calme? Trust to the shore
What valiant scribe, from Isis' hallow'd glade
What we gave, we have

"What with briefs and attending the court, self and

clerk

What woes must such unequal union bring

"What! you're afraid, then?" "Yes, I am; you're
right
When a bard, o'er his pipe, a dull ditty composes
When a bottle of excellent wine I've been drinking
When all the blandishments of life are gone.
When Anacreon would fight, as the poets have said
When Arria from her wounded side
When as I ask thee money, thou repliest
When barber King shaved lordly Pretyman
When beauteous Helen left her native air
When Billy found he scarce could stand
When born, in tears we saw thee drown'd
When brave Lunardi soar'd on high

Leonidas of Alexandria:

612

Harington

Pope

Plato

Anon.

300

Hill

314

Prior

284

Garth
Anacreon

Tate
Granville

Flaminius

284

10

275

295

123

Shakespeare

Crven

Anon.

Congreve
Anon.
Lucillius
Jonson

When seventy (as 'tis sometimes seen).

When sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his
face

When smitten with love from the eyes of the fair.
When Stella joins the blooming throng
When sun doth bring the day

When Tadlow walks the streets, the paviours cry

When the sly monkey called me dunce,
When the young Greek for Atalanta sigh'd
When this crystal shall present

When thou do'st play and sweetly sing
When Trot in coach his foot first set

When, wanton fair, the snowy orb yon throw
When warbling throats produce Bank-Notes.
When we are born, our friends rejoice; we cry
When we'd exalt some heavenly fair
When will Belisa's envious tongue
When with her, Neæra is always disdaining.
When Xerxes saw proud Sparta's chieftain dead
When young, I lov'd. At that enchanting age
When young, I pious learning sought
When your foe dies, let all resentment cease.
When you told us our glances soft, timid and mild
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
Where did you borrow that last sigh

Where Drake first found, there last he lost his fame
Where'er a hatchment we discern

Where Streatham spread its plenteous board

Which gave the Drapier birth two realms contend

Which is my home-land, which the stranger-shore
While Caroline to learning just

While dazzling honours crown the deathless name

Prior

Smythe

Boyse
Prior

Demodocus
Julianus

Anon.

Bowyer and Nichols

364

281

452

382

170

258

57

While Greenham writeth of the Sabbath's rest

While haughty Gallia's dames, who spread
While heavenly fire consum'd his Theban dame
While here for the fair Amaryllis I die.
While I those hard commands obey

While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels
While Prince to Spain and King to Cambridge goes
While Secker liv'd, he show'd how seers should live
While she pretends to make the graces known
While Sylvia at her glass her charms unfolds
While the enamour'd queen of joy.
While the fierce beadle's brat does loudly bawl
While you, great George! for safety hunt
Whilst Butler, needy wretch! was yet alive.
Whilst Fate allow'd I sung of kings and gods
Whilst his Redeemer on his canvass dies
Whilst I in prison or in court look down
Whilst in the city 'tis your wish to dwell
Whilst in the dark on thy soft hand I hung
Whilst petty offences and felonies smart
Whilst thus a few kisses I steal
Whisp'ring close a maid long courted
Who can doubt, Rice, but to th' eternal place
Who dare deride what pious Cloyne has done?
Whoe'er thou art, approach--Has med'cine fail'd?
Whoe'er thou art, thy lord and master see
Whoever has recourse to thee

.

Who first transcribed the famous Trojan war.
Who lives with death, by death in death is lying
Who liveth in courts, must mark what they say
Who long would live, wretched although and poor.
Who make this earth their heaven whereon they
dwell

Who only in his cups will fight, is like.
Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be

Who sculptured Love beside this fountain?-Fool
Whose turn is next? this monitory stone

"Who shall decide when doctors disagree"

Who the Dickens "Boz" could be

Who wrote, "Who wrote Icon Basilike?"
Why did thy parents thee misname their joy?
Why dost thou come, great censor of thy age
Why dost thou gaze upon the sky?

"Why dost thou shun me?" thus with wrath in-
flamed

Why doth the gout, which doth to age belong
Why do you swear that you were born

Why, favourite of Heaven, most fair

Why, foolish painter, give those wings to Love?
Why love so often themes each writer's pen
Why Lucrece better might herself have slain
Why, Madam, will ye longer weep

Why o'er Timareon's bark, no wealthy prey.
Why should Honesty seek any safer retreat
Why should I blush that Fortune's frown
Why so pale and wan, fond Lover?

Why strives young Gallatèa for the wall?
Why Taylor the quack calls himself Chevalier
Why thus exclaim, and thus exert your wit
Why thus incontinently groan?

William the Third lies here, th' Almighty's friend
Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade
Wisdom, slow product of laborious years
With age o'erwhelm'd, deep sunk in dire disease
With all the virtues blest, and every grace