Ephibol on My Dear Love HERE lies sweet Isabell in bed, With a night-cap on her head; Sonnet to a Monkey O LIVELY, O most charming pug, Thy graceful air, and heavenly mug; The beauties of his mind do shine, And every bit is shaped and fine. Marjorie Fleming. Going into Breeches OY to Philip!-he this day Joy Has his long coats cast away, Red-coat in his first cockade, Never was there pride, or bliss, Half so rational as his. Sashes, frocks, to those that need 'em- Now he's under other banners, He must leave his former manners; Bid adieu to female games, |