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Then must we leave those social joys,
Which form'd our bliss before ; Our tender wife, our prattling boys,
Must greet us then no more.
Naked we left our parents womb,
And naked must return;
Cyprus alone shall grace our tomb,
And deck it's owner's urn.
While some new lord, with wanton mirth,
Shall reap those joys we leave; And, as we moulder into earth,
Shall riot o'er our grave.
The LATIN Epigram in our last translated.
Stole from sweet GUMMING two kisses in play,
But the from myself stole myself quite away ;
I grieve not I play'd, tho' so cruel the sport;
I'm more pleas’d with the play, than griev'd at the hurt.
Imitation of the fixty-second Ode of ANACREON.
Venus, queen of smiles and joy,
Thou faireft regent of the sky,
And Love, that every bofom fires,
And HYMEN, war.n with chaste defires,
Dmutual bliss the facred fence,
Life's hope, and joy of innocence,
I wake the sounding lyre,
the amorous song inspire,
Hot-glowing LovĖ, with purest Aame,
Gay Hymen, softer friendship's name,
And Venus, laughter-loving dame.
Haste, happy youth, thy bliss invade,
And seize the blooming beauteous maid;
The queen of loves has kindly shed
Her choicest influence on thy head:
See, how the fair one, sweetly coy,
All foft confusion, 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 superior sweetness grows ;
Supreme MYRILLA's charms appear,
Fairest amidst ten thousand fair
In one bright blaze of beauty drest,
Of all her sex the Rofe confeft.
TE TUA, ME DELECTENT MEA.
In imitation of the seventh Ode of HORACE, Book I.
Laudabunt alii claram Rhodon, &c.
ET mercenary fouls, with endless pain,
To poles the hop's precarious foliage train ;
Men of this taste, thee (a) Farnham, hover round,
Whose rising turrets mitred lords have crown'd.
Others Wintonia's stately streets admire,
Where the deep organ fills the sounding quire.
May the rough tar (b) at Portsmouth still reside,
Where fervent toil resounds on ev'ry side:
Or bleak Brighthelmstone be the fisher's joy,
Where glittring sholes his sweeping nets employ..'
Some (c) Anglesey, the Druids' ifle, detains;
And some admire the smooth Dorsetian plains : (d)
(e) Oxonian halls deep-searching sages praise ;
'Squires at (f) New-Market only spend their days.
For noise and show the nymph has ever pray'd,
And hopes her scene of life in (8) London laid :
Those Worldham pleases, once the seat of kings;
These Basingstoke, whence Pope's Loddona springs.
Me far above the rest (b) Selbournian scenes,
Her pendent forests, and her mountain greens,
Strike with delight : what tho' no boundless view
Fades by degrees, 'till lost in misty blue ?
Here nature hangs her soapy woods to fight,
Rills purl between, and dart a wavy light.
Whilft in full vigour this poor frame remains,
Whilft sprightly youth flows fervent in these veins,
Nor frost, nor storm imprifon' me at home;
Her hollow hangers shall the spaniel roam,
The gun thick-thund’ring shall my joy proclaim,
Glanc'd at the feather'd, or the footed game.
(c). Apolline Delphos insignis.
(d) Thesala Tempe.
(e) Intacta Palladis arces
Carmine perpetuo celebrare,
(f) Aptum equis Argos.
(g) Dites Mycene.
(h) Nec tam Larissa percussit campus opimæ,
Quàm domus Albuneæ resonantis,
Et præceps Anio, ac Tiburni lucus, y uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis.
VERSES by Sir WALTER RALEIGH; Knt. *
O E; foul, the bodyes gueste,
Upon a thankless arrante,
Fear not to touche the beste;
The truth shall be thy warrante.
Goe, since I needs must dye,
And give them all the lye.
II. Goe, tell the court it glowse;
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 potentätes, they live
Actinge, but oh! there actions
Not lov’d, unless they give ;
Nor strong, but by there factions.
If potentates replye,
Give potentates. the lye:
IV. Tell men of high condition,
That rule affairs of state, There purpose is ambition ; There practice only hate.
And if they do replye,
Then give them all the lye. * As these are from a MS. of Sir WALTER's, the orthography is carefully preferu'd :----We may conjecture them to
Tell those that brave it mofte,
They begge for more by spendinge;
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 Aesh it is but dufte.
And with 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 niceness ;
Tell wisdom The intangles
Herself 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 sentence 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.