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She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
The Hind and the Panther (1687)
Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease.
Absalom and Achitophel (1681)
Not only hating David, but the king.
Absalom and Achitophel (1681)
Secret guilt by silence is betrayed.
The Hind and the Panther (1687)
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.
Alexander's Feast (1697)
All have not the gift of martyrdom.
The Hind and the Panther (1687)
Beasts are the subjects of tyrannic sway,
Where still the stronger on the weaker prey;
Man only of a softer mold is made,
Not for his fellows' ruin, but their aid.
The Hind and the Panther (1687)
Give, you gods,
Give to your boy, your Cæsar,
The rattle of a globe to play withal,
This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off;
I'll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra.
Our greedy seamen rummage every hold,
Smile on the booty of each wealthier chest;
And, as the priests who with their gods make bold,
Take what they like, and sacrifice the rest.
Annus Mirabilis (1667)
The brave man seeks not popular applause,
Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can,
Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.
O gracious God! how far have we
Profaned thy heavenly gift of poesy!
To the Pious Memory of Mrs. Anne Killegrew (1686)
Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Imitation of Horace (1685)
Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend;
The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.
Look you, gentlemen, 'tis Grillon, the fierce colonel; he that devours our wives, and ravishes our children.
The Duke of Guise (1683)
Drinking is the soldier’s pleasure;
Rich the treasure;
Sweet the pleasure;
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Alexander's Feast (1697)
Look round the habitable world: how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
The Satires of Juvenal and Persius (1693)
Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend!
Epistle to Congreve (1693)
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
On the Death of a Very Young Gentleman (1700)
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
Alexander's Feast (1697)