Page. 324 Thy sacred sweets, Connubial-Love The twentieth year is well nigh past The verses, friend, which thou hast read are mine, (Ep.) 368 Tho' beauty shone in Mary's face Tho' Fame sound the trumpet, and cry to the war Tho' hot was the sun in the morn when he rose Tho' the great man, his treasures possessing Thy nags, the leanest things alive, (Ep.) - 134 300 210 145 132 368 288 To John I ow'd great obligation, (Ep.) 367 Tom ever jovial, ever gay, (Ep.) 368 Tom's coach and six! Whither in such haste going? (Ep.) 367 When I told you your cheeks wore the blush of the rose 318 When I was young and debonair, (Ep.) 365 When Jack was poor, the lad was frank and free, (Ep.) When morning first opened her dew-dripping eye When the wise-ones incline t' examine the sun |