English poem
On A Window At An Inn (Epigrams On Windows)
We fly from luxury and wealth, To hardships, in pursuit of health; From generous wines, and costly fare, And dozing in an easy-chair; Pursue the goddess Health in vain, To find her in a country scene, And every where her footsteps trace, And see her marks in every face; And still her favourites we meet, Crowding the roads with naked feet. But, oh! so faintly we pursue, We ne'er can have her full in view.
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- On A Pair Of Dice
- On A Pen.
- On A Printer'S[1] Being Sent To Newgate
- On A Very Old Glass At Market-Hill
- On A Window At The Four Crosses In The Watling-Street Road, Warwickshire (Epigrams On Windows)
- On Another Window[1]
- On Burning A Dull Poem
- On Carthy's Publishing Several Lampoons, Under The Names Of Infamous Poetasters (Epigram Against Carthy)