Date: 1727

A "little Loves" empire over swains' Hearts may be frail until Miranda crowns the Triumphs

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"The Wretch is indigent and poor, / Who brooding sits o'er his ill-gotten Store; / Trembling with Guilt, and haunted by his Sin, / He feels the rigid Judge within"

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"Death from this coarse Alloy refines the Mind."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"Ned cou'd not well digest this Change, / Forc'd in the World at large to range; / With Babel's Monarch turn'd to grass, / Wou'd it not break an Heart of Brass?"

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"Numps was rough, / No Heart of Oak was half so tough, / And true as Steel"

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"Be husht ye Winds, be still ye Seas, / Ye Billows sleep at ease, / And in your rocky Caverns rest, / Let all be Calm as the Great Hero's Breast."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

In the great hero's breast "no unruly Passions reign, / Nor servile Fear, nor proud Disdain, / Each wilder Lust is banish'd hence, / Where gentle Love presides, and mild Benevolence."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"Adieu fond Hopes, fantastick Cares, / Ye killing Joys, ye pleasing Pains, / My Soul for better Guests prepares, / Reason restor'd, and Virtue reigns."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"Some, with a dry and barren Brain, / Poor Rogues! like costive Lap-Dogs strain; / While others with a Flux of Wit, / The Reader and their Friends besh**t."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1735

"Still can my Soul in Fancy's Mirrour view / Deeds glorious once."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)