ABSTRACT
As long as Moco's happy Tree shall grow, While Berries crackle, or while Mills shall go; While smoking Streams from Silver Spouts shall glide, Or China's Earth receive the sable Tyde; While Coffee shall to British Nymphs be dear; 5 While fragrant Steams the bended Head shall chear; Or grateful Bitters shall delight the Tast; So long her Honour, Name, and Praise shall last I
II. LINES ON WRITING A TRAGEDY
[written 1711; published (piratically) 1727] Tell me, by all the melting joys of Love, By the warm Transports and entrancing Languors, By the soft Fannings of the wafting Sheets, By the dear Tremblings of the Bed of Bliss; By all these tender Adjurations tell me, 5 -Am I not fit to write a Tragedy?
