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The Works of the Late Aaron Hill

... In Four Volumes. Consisting of Letters on Various Subjects, And of Original Poems, Moral and Facetious. With An Essay on the Art of Acting

Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Prologue, for Mr. Cibber, in the Fatal Bribery.

Epilogue, to the same Play, spoke by the Person, who represented Amelia.

An Entertainment, by Way of Epilogue, in the Characters of Wisdom, and Love.

PROLOGUE.

Prologue, to The Cure for Jealousy; spoken by a Woman, in Man's Cloaths.

Epilogue, to the same Play.

Prologue, spoke by Mr. Johnson.

PROLOGUE. Spoke by a young Gentleman,

EPILOGUE, To the same: spoke by Monimia.

PROLOGUE.

EPILOGUE, To the same.

PROLOGUE, For Mr. Johnson, in the Character of Cato.

PROLOGUE, To the Fatal Extravagance: spoke by Mr. Ryan.

EPILOGUE, To the same, spoke by Mrs Seymour.

Writ on a Window, in the Highlands of Scotland.

ORRA MOOR.

Verses made for Mr. S---v---ge; and sent to my Lady M---ls---d, his Mother.

On Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's bringing with her out of Turkey, the Art of Inoculating the Small-Pox.

To Clelia, in the Country.

To a Lady, who lov'd Angling,

To a Lady, who had a very fine Shape, and fine Complexion.

Answer to the Resolve.

Answer to a scurrilous, obscene Poem, entitled, An Epistle from Mrs Robinson to Senesino.

The Choice, to a Friend.

To the Editor of Clarissa.

Honest Tom Tar's Prayer.

Miss A---n---l's Circle.

To the two generous Masters St. Quintin,

Sent to a Lady with a Pocket-Looking-Glass.

To David Mallet Esq;

PROLOGUE:

The Actor's Epitome.

EPILOGUE, To the Lover

PROLOGUE.

The Lord's Prayer in Verse.

An Address, from the Statues at Stowe, to Lord Cobham, on his Return to his Garden.

What is God?

Writ on a Blank Leaf of Alzira,

To Lady W---,

To Mr. GARRICK. On his united Ideas of Actor and Writer.

On Sir ISAAC NEWTON.

To the Learned and Worshipful, the President, Censors, the Fellows, of the College of Physicians in London,

To CLIO:

On Two Lovely and Loving Sisters.

To the Editor of Albania, a Poem:

To Celia, with a return'd Tragedy.

To Lady W---.

PROLOGUE For the third Night, at Zara, when first play'd, at the Great Musick Room, in Villars Street, York Buildings.

EPIGRAM, On Occasion of the General Mourning.

EPILOGUE, For a Friend, Spoke by Miss Robinson.

EPILOGUE, for a Friend.

PROLOGUE. Spoke by young Mr. Giffard.

EPILOGUE, for a Friend.

PROLOGUE, to Every Man in his Folly.

EPILOGUE, for the Play, call'd Much ado about nothing,) Spoke by Mrs Pritchard.

Verses written, on Windows in several Parts of the Kingdom, in a Journey to Scotland.

[Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear]

[Order! thou eye of action! wanting thee]

[Tender-handed stroke a nettle]

[How is the world deceiv'd, by noise, and show!]

[Whig and Tory scratch and bite]

[Women talk of love for fashion]

[Have a care, gay, young, and wanton]

[Here, in wet, and windy, weather]

[Where'er the diamond's busy point could pass]

[As, in a journey, just begun]

[Were Women wise, their names on glass]

[Whisp'ring close a maid, long courted]

The Distinction of Ages.

Description of a Tempest, from CVII Psalm.

Woman's Resolution.

EPITAPH. Upon a Man, and his Wife.

EPILOGUE, To Every Man in his Folly, Spoke by Mrs Clive.

PROLOGUE to the Tuscan Treaty.

The Muse to the Writer.

An ODE, to Astræa

PROLOGUE, To the Double Deceit.

The humble Petition of Pegasus to the White Horse of H---r.

EPILOGUE, To Zara

EPIGRAM, On giving the Name of Georgia to a Part of Carolina.

A Letter from a departed Spirit;

The CIVth Psalm.

To his Muse.

The Tears of the Muses: A Poem.

The Creation.

CAMILLUS:

Free Thoughts upon Faith: Or the Religion of Reason.

Sareph and Hamar: An Episode.

The Judgement-Day: A Poem.

CLEON to LYCIDAS;

The Excursion of FANCY: A Pindaric Ode.

HOR. Lib. I. ODE XXII.

HOR. Lib. I. ODE V.

HOR. Lib. I. ODE XX.

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[Women talk of love for fashion]

Women talk of love for fashion,
So they do, of Spirit's walking:
But no more they feel the passion,
Than they see the ghost of which they're talking.