viii An Epitaph Come knock your heads against this stone. For sorrow that poor John Thompson's gone....
ix Another I was buried near this dyke， That my friends may weep as much as they like....
x Another Here lies John Trot， the friend of all mankind： He has not left one enemy behind. Friends were quite hard to find， old authors say； But now ...
xi When France got free， Europe， 'twixt fools and knaves， Were savage first to France， and after —— slaves....
xii On the virginity of the Virgin Mary and Johanna Southcott Whate'er is done to her she cannot know， And if you'll ask her she will swear it...
xiii Imitation of Pope： a compliment to the Ladies Wondrous the gods， more wondrous are the men， More wondrous， wondrous still， the cock and hen， More...
xiv When a man has married a wife， he finds out whether Her knees and elbows are only glued together....
xv To Chloe's breast young Cupid slyly stole， But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole....
Come live with me and be my Love， And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys， dales and fields， Or woods or steepy mountain yields. An...
Shall I compare thee to a Summer‘s day？ Thou art more lovely and more temperate： Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May， And Summer‘...