He had been an immortal Carrier. 30 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 Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold, Hopes thee; of flattering gales 10 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 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, Impudent whoore, where haft thou plac'd thy hope? 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, Horace. TH HE Power that did create, can change the Scene mean: The brightest Glory can eclipse with Night; A Horace. LL barb'rous People, and their Princes too, The very wandring Scythians do. Support the Pillar of the Roman State, 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, Euripides. HIS is true Liberty, when free-born Men, Having to advise the Public, may speak free, 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? L 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. |