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He had been an immortal Carrier.
Obedient to the Moon he spent his date
In cours reciprocal, and had his fate
Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas,
Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increase:
His Letters are deliver'd all and gon,
Only remains this fuperfcription.

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The Fifth Ode of Horace. Lib. I.

Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rofa, Rendred almoft word for word without Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as near as the Language will permit.

HAT flender Youth bedew'd with liquid

odours

[Cave,

Courts thee on Rofes in fome pleasant Pyrrha for whom bindft thou

In wreaths thy golden Hair,

Plain in thy neatnefs; O how oft shall he
On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas
Rough with black winds and ftorms
Unwonted fhall admire:

Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold,
Who alwayes vacant alwayes amiable

Hopes thee; of flattering gales
Unmindfull. Hapless they

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Towhom thouuntry'd seem'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 Sea.

Geoffrey of Monmouth.

Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country of
Leogecia.

RODDESS of Shades, and Huntress, who

at will

[through the deep,

Walk'ft on the rowling Sphear, and On thy third Reign the Earth look now, and tell What Land, what Seat of reft thou bidft me feek, What certain Seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with Temples vow'd, and Virgin quires.

To whom fleeping before the Altar, Diana in a Vifion that night thus anfwer'd,

Brutus far to the Weft, in th' Ocean wide Beyond the Realm of Gaul, a Land there lies, Sea-girt it lies, where Giants dwelt of old, Now void, it fits thy People; thether bend Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting feat, There to thy Sons another Troy shall rife, And Kings be born of thee, whose dredded might Shall aw the World, and conquer Nations bold.

A

Dante.

H Conftantine, of how much ill was cause

Not thy Converfion, but those rich demains That the first wealthy Pope receiv'd of thee.

Dante.

Fo

OUNDED in chaft and humble Poverty,
'Gainst them that rais'd thee doft thou lift thy
horn,

Impudent whoore, where haft thou plac'd thy hope?
In thy Adulterers, or thy ill got wealth?
Another Conftantine comes not in hast.

T

Ariofto.

HEN past he to a flowry Mountain green, Which once smelt fweet, now ftinks as odiously; This was that gift (if you the truth will have) That Conftantine to good Sylveftro gave.

Horace.

WHOM do we count a good man, whom but

he

Who keeps the laws and statutes of the Senate,
Who judges in great fuits and controverfies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause?
But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood
Sees his foul infide through his whited skin.

Horace.

TH

HE Power that did create, can change the Scene
Of things; make mean of great, and great of

mean:

The brightest Glory can eclipse with Night;
And place the most obscure in dazling Light.

A

Horace.

LL barb'rous People, and their Princes too,
All Purple Tyrants honour you;

The very wandring Scythians do.

Support the Pillar of the Roman State,
Left all Men be involv'd in one Mans fate.
Continue us in Wealth and Peace;
Let Wars and Tumults ever cease.

Catullus.

HE worst of Poets, I my self declare,

TH

By how much you the best of Patrons are.

Ovid.

ABSTAIN, as Manhood you esteem,

From Salmacis pernicious Stream:

If but one moment there you stay,
Too dear you'l for your Bathing pay.
Depart nor Man nor Woman, but a Sight
Disgracing both, a loath'd Hermaphrodite.

Euripides.

HIS is true Liberty, when free-born Men,

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Which he who can, and will, deferv's high praise; Who neither can nor will, may hold his peace; What can be juster in a State then this?

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AUGHING to teach the truth

What hinders? as fome teachers give to Boys Junkets and knacks, that they may

Horace.

JESTING decides great things

learne apace.

Stronglier, and better oft then earnest can.

'TIS

Sophocles.

you that fay it, not I; you do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.

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