Then must we leave thofe focial joys,
Which form'd our blifs before;
Our tender wife, our prattling boys,
Muft greet us then no more.

Naked we left our parents womb,
And naked must return;
Cyprus alone fhall grace our tomb,
And deck it's owner's urn.

While fome new lord, with wanton mirth,
Shall reap thofe joys we leave;

And, as we moulder into earth,

Shall riot o'er our grave.

C. J.

The LATIN EPIGRAM in our laft tranflated.

I

Stole from fweet GUMMING two kiffes in play,
But fhe from myself stole myself quite away;

I grieve not I play'd, tho' fo cruel the sport;

I'm more pleas'd with the play, than griev'd at the hurt.

T. T.

Imitation of the fixty-fecond Ode of ANACREON.

VENUS, queen of fmiles and joy,

Thou fairest regent of the sky,

And Love, that every bofom fires,
And HYMEN, warn with chafte defires,
Of mutual blifs the facred fence,

Life's hope, and joy of innocence,

For

For you
'Tis you the amorous fong inspire,
Hot-glowing LovE, with pureft flame,
Gay HYMEN, föfter friendship's name,
And VENUS, laughter-loving dame.
Hafte, happy youth, thy blifs invade,
And feize the blooming beauteous maid;
queen of loves has kindly shed

I wake the founding lyre,

The

Her choiceft influence on thy head:
See, how the fair one, fweetly coy,
All foft confufion, meets thy joy,
Blooming as health, fresh as May-flow'rs,
And bright as radiant noon-tide hours.
Amidst ten thousand sweets the Rose
In far fuperior sweetness grows;
Supreme MYRILLA's charms appear,
Faireft amidft ten thousand fair;
In one bright blaze of beauty dreft,
Of all her sex the Rose confest.

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TE TUA, ME DELECTENT MEA.

In imitation of the feventh Ode of HORACE, Book I

L'

Laudabunt alii claram Rhodon, &c.

ET mercenary fouls, with endless pain,

To poles the hop's precarious foliage train;
Men of this tafte, thee (a) Farnham, hover round,
Whose rising turrets mitred lords have crown'd.
Others Wintonia's ftately ftreets admire,

Where the deep organ fills the founding quire.
May the rough tar (b) at Portsmouth still refide,
Where fervent toil refounds on ev'ry side:

(a) Bacche Thebas.

(b) Bimaris Corinthus.

OF

Or bleak Brighthelmftone be the fifher's joy,
Where glitt'ring fholes his fweeping nets employ..'
Some (c) Anglefey, the Druids' ifle, detains;
And fome admire the fmooth Dorfetian plains: (d)
(e) Oxonian halls deep-fearching fages praise;
'Squires at (f) New-Market only spend their days.
For noife and fhow the nymph has ever pray'd,
And hopes her scene of life in (g) London laid :
Thofe Worldham pleases, once the feat of kings;
Thefe Bafing froke, whence POPE's Loddona springs.

Me far above the reft (b) Selbournian fcenes,
Her pendent forests, and her mountain greens,
Strike with delight: what tho' no boundless view
Fades by degrees, 'till loft in mifty blue?

Here nature hangs her floapy woods to fight,
Rills purl between, and dart a wavy light.
Whilft in full vigour this poor frame remains,
Whilft fprightly youth flows fervent in these veins,
Nor froft, nor ftorm imprison me at home ;
Her hollow hangers fhall the fpaniel roam,
The gun thick-thund'ring fhall my joy proclaim,
Glanc'd at the feather'd, or the footed game.

(c) Apolline Delphos infignis.

(d) Theffala Tempe.

(e) Intacta Palladis arces

Carmine perpetuo celebrare,

(f) Aptum equis Argos.

(g) Dites Mycenæ.

(h) Nec tam Lariffa percuffit campus opima,
Quàm domus Albunea refonantis,

Et præceps Anio, ac Tiburni lucus, & uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis.

VERSES

VERSES by Sir WALTER RALEIGH, Knt.*

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I:

OE, foul, the bodyes gueste,
Upon a thankless arrante,

Fear not to touche the beste,

The truth fhall be thy warrante.

Goe, fince I needs muft dye,
And give them all the lye.

II.

Goe, tell the court it glowfe;
And shines like painted wood;
Goe, tell the church it showes
What's good, but does no good.
If court and church replye,
Give court and church the lye.

Tell men of high condition,
That rule affairs of state,

There purpofe is ambition;
There practice only hate.

And if they do replyė,

Then give them all the lye.

* As thefe are from a MS. of Sir WALTER's, the orthography is carefully prefer'd:We may conjecture them to

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V.

Tell thofe that brave it mofte,

They begge for more by fpendinge; Who in there greatest cofte

Seek nothinge but commendinge.

And if they make replye,

Spare not to give the lye.

VI.

Tell zeal it lacks devotion;
Tell love it is but lufte;
Tell time it is but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dufte.

And wish them not replye,
For thou must give the lye.
VII.

Tell age it dailye wasteth;
Tell honour how it alters;
Tell beawtye that it blasteth;
Tell favour that the falters.
And as they do replye,

Give every one the lye.

VIII.

Tell wit how much it wrangles
In fickle pointes of nicenefs;
Tell wisdom fhe intangles
Herfelf in over-wiseness.

And if they do replye,

Then give them both the lye.

have been written at Winchester, in 1603, when Sir WALTER was under fentence of death, and expected it, (as appears in a letter to his wife, printed in his Remains) the very night before the day appointed for his execution.

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