| Spoken Extempore, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North |
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| Sincerity |
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| Sent As From A School--Fellow To My Son |
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| On The Dutchess Of Newcastle's Picture |
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| On The Earl Of Oxford And Mortimer's Giving His Daughter In Marriage In Oxford--Chapel |
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| On Seeing An Officer's Widow Distracted |
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| On Seeing The Captives, Lately Redeem'd From Barbary By His Majesty |
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| On Sending My Son, As A Present, To Dr. Swift, Dean Of St. Patrick's, On His Birth--Day |
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| On Imagining A Friend Had Treated The Author With Indifference |
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| On Leaving Bath |
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