Favour'd thus by heav'n above, Their lives are one return of love; And she, in her enamour'd boy, Now who has seen, in Love's subjection, Or a more entire affection? Nunc ab auspicio bono profecti, Mutuis animis amant, amanter. Unam Septimius misellus Acmen Uno in Septimio fidelis Acme Facit delicias libidinesque. Quis ullos homines beatiores Vidit? Quis Venerem auspicatiorem ? 1 HORACE TO PYRRHA. ODE V. LIB. I. PYRRHA, what ardent stripling now, Amidst a world of flow'rs and sweets? For whom are bound thy tresses bright With unconcern so exquisite ? Alas, how oft shall he bewail His fickle stars and faithless gale, QUIS multa gracilis te puer in rosa Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro? Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditiis? Heu, quoties fidem Mutatosque deos flebit, et aspera And stare with unaccustom'd eyes, When the black winds and waters rise, Poor dazzled fools, who bask beside thee, For me, and for my dangers past, The grateful picture hangs at last Nigris æquora ventis Emirabitur insolens, Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Sperat, nescius auræ Fallacis! Miseri quibus Intentata nites! Me tabula sacer Votiva paries indicat uvida L Within the mighty Neptune's fane, Who snatch'd me, dripping, from the main. Suspendisse potenti Vestimenta maris deo. PART OF A CHORUS IN SENECA'S TRAGEDY OF THYESTES. 'Tis not wealth that makes a king, Nor the purple's colouring, Nor a brow that's bound with gold, Nor gates on mighty hinges rolled. The king is he, who void of fear, REGEM non faciunt opes, Non vestis Tyriæ color, Non frontis nota regiæ, Non auro nitidæ fores. Rex est, qui posuit metus, Et diri mala pectoris ; |