Lord Lyttleton. 1709-1773.
For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre
None but the noblest passions to inspire,
Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus.
Women, like princes, find few real friends.
Advice to a Lady.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care,
Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
Advice to a Lady.
The lover in the husband may be lost.
Advice to a Lady.
How much the wife is dearer than the bride.
An Irregular Ode.
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
Epigram.
Where none admire, 't is useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.
Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.
Song.