| Song |
|
|
| On the Death of My Honoured Mother Mrs. Lee: A Dialogue Between Lucinda and Marissa |
|
|
| Inquiry, The: A Dialogue Between Cleanthe and Marissa |
|
|
| Me sacred Virtue moves alone |
|
|
| Then I no more shall grieve, no more complain |
|
|
| They whose Fire does dimly shine |
|
|
| Reproaches often useful prove |
|
|
| To Eugenia |
|
|
| Let such as value Life be full of Fear |
|
|
| That Bliss to which I longing haste |
|
|