HOSPES avis, conviva domo gratissima cuivis, Huc hyberni fugias ut frigora cœli, Confuge, et incolumis sub lare vive meo! Usu etenim edidici, quod grato alimenta rependes Læta quibus resonat Musica parque tume! Pabula, quæ dederit cunque benigna manus 1 Vis hinc harmoniæ, numerorum hinc sacra potestas Conspicitur, nusquam conspicienda magis, Vincula quod stabilis firmissima nectit amoris, Vincula vix longa dissaocinda die. Captat, et incantat blando oblectamine Musa Humanum pariter pennigerumque genus; Nos homines et aves quotcunque animantia vivunt Nos soli harmoniæ gens studiosa sumus VOL. III. 23 INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST, SWEET bird, whom the winter constrains And seldom another it can To seek a retreat, while he reigns, In the well-shelter'd dwellings of man, Who never can seem to intrude, Tho' in all places equally free, Come, oft as the season is rude, Thou art sure to be welcome to me. At sight of the first feeble ray, That pierces the clouds of the east, My windows shall show thee a feast. Thou wilt pay me with many a song. Then, soon as the swell of the buds Only pay as thou pay dst me before. Thus musick must needs be confest And who on the globe can be found, STRADÆ PHILOMELA. PASTOREM audivit calamis Philomela canentem, Pastor inassuetus rivalem ferre, misellam Grandius ad carmen provocat, urget avem Durum certamen! tristis victoria! cantum STRADA'S NIGHTINGALE. THE Shepherd touch'd his reed; sweet Philomel And treasuring, as on her car they fell, The numbers, echo'd note for note again. The peevish youth, who ne'er had found before She dar'd the task, and rising, as he rose, With all the force, that passion gives, inspir'd, Return'd the sounds awhile, but in the close, Exhausted fell, and at his feet expir'd. Thus strength, not skill prevail'd. O fatal strife, And, O sad victory, which cost thy life, And he may wish that he had never won 1 ANUS SECULARIS, Quæ justam centum annorum ætatem, ipso die natale, explevit, et clausit anno 1728. SINGULARIS prodigium O senectæ, desinit orbem! Vulgus infelix hominum, dies en ! summula nostra ! Pabulum nos luxuriesque lethi, præda sepulchro ' Occulit mors insidias, ubi vix semina morbi Sin brevem possit superare vita Illud ignavis superest et imbe cillibus annis. Detrahunt multum, minuuntque sorti atque dolores Si quis hæc vitet (quotus ille quisque est !) Ad tuum, fortasse tuum, moretur reptilis ævum At videt, mæstum tibi sæpe visum, injurias. vim, furta, dolos, et insolentiam, quo semper eunt, eodem Nil inest rebus novitatis, et quod Integram ætatem tibi gratulamur; 23 * ire tenore circulus ævi. dimidiemus |