Like to that fanguin flow'r infcrib'd with woe. Ah! Who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge? Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake, Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) 110 He shook his miter'd locks, and ftern befpake, Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? And shove away the worthy bidden guest; 115 Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold 125 Daily devours apace, and nothing said, 130 And 135 And call the vales, and bid them hither caft The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, with tears, And daffadillies fill their cups Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. 145 150 Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and founding seas Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide R 160 Looks Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth: And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth. Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your forrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floor; 166 And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 175 180 185 Thus fang the uncouth swain to th’oaks and rills, While the ftill morn went out with sandals gray, He touch'd the tender ftops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And And now the fun had ftretch'd out all the hills, 190 At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue: XVIII. The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I. Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa, rendred almoft word for word without rime, according to the Latin meafure, as near as the language will permit. HAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors WHAT Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrah? for whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he On faith and changed Gods complain, and feas Unwonted shall admire! Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they 5 To whom thou untry'd feem'ft fair. Me in my vow'd Picture the facred wall declares t'have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the ftern God of fea. 15 Ad PYRRHAM. O DE V. Horatius ex Pyrrhae illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe miferos. Q UIS multa gracilis te puer in rosa Perfufus liquidis urget odoribus, Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro? Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem Emirabitur infolens! Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Qui femper vacuam femper amabilem Fallacis. Miferi quibus Intentata nites. Me tabula facer Votiva paries indicat uvida Sufpendiffe potenti Veftimenta maris Deo. 5 ΙΟ 15 On |