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Looks tow'ard 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 sorrow is not dead, 166
Sunk though he be beneath the watry floor;
And hears the unexprefsive nuptial song,
Thus fang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray, He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, ■ With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:
And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, 190
The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I. Quis multa gracilis te puer in rqfa, rendred almost word for luord without rime, according to the Latin measure\ as near as the language will permit.
WHAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors 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 5
On faith and changed Gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted shall admire! Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant always amiable 10
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they Towhom thou untry'dseem'st fair. Me inmyvow'd Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds 15
To the stern God of sea.
• Ad PY RRHA M. ODE V.
Horatius ex Pyrrlue illecebris tanquam e naujragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos affirmat ejfe miferos.
QUIS multa gracilis te puer in rosa , Perfusus liquidis Urget odoribus,
Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
Cui flavam religas comam. Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem c
Mutatosque deos flebit, et aspera
Nigris æquora ventis
Emirabitur insolensi Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Qui semper vacuam semper amabilem 10
Sperat, nescius auræ
Fallacis. Miseri quibus Intentata nites. Me tabula facer Votiva paries indicat uvida
Suspendisse potenti 15
Vestimenta maris Deo.
On the new forcers of conscience under the
BEcause you have thrown off your Prelate Lord,
Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword 5
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
Men whose life, learning, faith and pure intent
By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call: But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent,
That so the Parlament
May with their wholsome and preventive shears 16
Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears,
And succour our just fears,
When they shall read this clearly in your charge,
New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large. 20
To the NIGHTINGALE.
O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, 5
First heard before the shallow cuccoo's bill,
Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; 10 As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relies, yet hadst no reason why:
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I,
Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora
Che dolcemente mostra si di suora 5
De sui atti soavi giamai parco,