XCVII. In Scaturiginem. CERNIS inaudito campum ut secet undique cursu, Et tacite humectet lympha perennis agros? Disce, (nec indignum) monitus ; — quæ donat egenti, Unde sit, et cujus, nesciat ille manum. XCVIII. W. L. HIC, ubi potat ovis, luteam torrentis ab alveo, Fonte leva nivibus frigidiore sitim. B. XCIX. To a Lady singing a Song of his composing. CHLORIS, yourself you so excel, When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, That, like a spirit, with this spell Of my own teaching I am caught. That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. Had Echo with so sweet a grace Narcissus' loud complaints returned, Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burned. Waller. C. Hope. HOPE, heav'n-born cherub, still appears, TE XCIX. Encautus Magister. superas tantum, me judice, Chlori, canoris Cum mea dignaris reddere verba modis ; Quem docui, cantu ut tenear quoque captus eodem, Una mihi sors est aquila communis et illi, In calamo propriam quæ vidit conscia pennam, Si juvenum questus potuisset amabilis Echo B. C. Spes. IMMINEAT gravida quamvis fortuna procella, Lætus ut imbriferas arcus inaurat aquas. B. CI. Alonzo the Brabe and Fair Imogine. A WARRIOR so bold and a virgin so bright They gazed on each other with tender delight, "And, oh!" said the youth, "since to-morrow I Your tears for my absence soon ceasing to flow, Some other will court you, and you will bestow On a wealthier suitor your hand." "Oh! hush these suspicions," Fair Imogine said, "Offensive to love and to me! For if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead "And if e'er for another my heart should decide, Forgetting Alonzo the Brave, go God grant, that, to punish my falsehood and pride, Your ghost at the marriage may sit by my side, May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride, And bear me away to the grave!" 66 CI. Alonzo et Emogena. IMPIGER ad bellum miles, formosaque virgo, Atque inter pulcros pulcra Imogena choros. Jamque," inquit juvenis, "quoniam me buccina Martis Quas ego, quas refugit non bene læsus amor; |