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But can you prove that, this in fact is
Agreeable to life and practice?
Old Msop told me t' other day.
In days of yore, but (which is very odd)
Our author mentions not the period,
We mortal men, less given to speeches,
AllowM the beasts sometimes to teach us.
But now we all are prattlers grown,
And suffer no voice but our own;
With us no beast has leave to speak,
Although his honest heart should break
Tis true, your asses and your apes,
And other brutes in human shapes,
And that thing made of sound and show
Which mortals have misnamed a beau,
Is calFd a two legg'd butterfly)
Twas early on a summer morn
Know, sirrah, in its very nature
A law can't reach the legislature.
For laws, without a sanction join'd,
As all men know, can never bind:
But sanctions reach not us the makers,
For who dares punish us, though breakers?
'Tis therefore plain beyond denial,
That laws were ne'er design'd to tie all,
But those, whom sanctions reach alone »
We stand accountable to none.
Besides, 'tis evident, that seeing
Laws from the great derive their being.
They as in duty bound should love
The great, in whom they live and move,
And humbly yield to their desires:
'Tis just, what gratitude requires.
What suckling dandled on the lap
Would tear away its mother's pap?
But hold—Why deign 1 to dispute
With such a scoundrel of a brute?
Logic is lost upon a knave,
Let action prove the law our slave/
An angry nod his will declared,
The beast had now no time to lose
He said, and left the swains their prey, And to the mountains scower'd at way.
ANACREON. ODE XXII.
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BATHYLI US, in yonder lone grove
All carelessly let us recline:
To shade us the branches above
Their leaf waving tendrils combine;
While a streamlet, inviting repose,
Soft-murmuring, wanders away,
And gales warble wild through the boughs:
Who there would not pass the sweet day t
THE BEGINNING OF THE
FIRST BOOK OF LUCRETIUS.
.ffineadum Genetrix v. 1—45.
MOTHER of mighty Rome's imperial line,
At thy approaah, th' untroubled sky refines,
And all serene Heaven's lofty concave shines.
Soon as her blooming form the Spring reveals,
And Zephyr breathes his warm prolific gales,
The feather'd tribes first catch the genial flame,
And to the groves thy glad return proclaim.
Thence to the beasts the soft infection spreads;
The raging cattle spurn the grassy meads,
Burst o'er the plains, and frantic in their course
Cleave the wild torrents with resistless force.
Won by thy charms, thy dictates all obey,
And eager follow where thou lead'st the way.
Whatever haunts the mountains, or the main,
The rapid river, or the verdant plain,
Or forms its leafy mansion in the shades,
All, all thy u-niversal power pervades,
Each panting bosom melts to soft desires,
And with the love -of propagation fires.
And since thy sovereign influence guides the reins
Of nature, and the universe sustains;
Since nought without thee bursts the bonds of night,
To hail the happy realms of heavenly light;
Since love, and joy, and harmony are thine,
Guide me, O goddess, by thy power divine,
And to my rising lays thy succour bring,
While I the universe attempt to sing.
O may my verse deserved applause obtain
Of him, for whom I try the daring strain,
My Memmius, him, whom thou profusely kind
Adorn'st with every excellence refined.
And that immortal charms my song may grace,
Let war, with all its cruel labours, cease;
O hush the dismal din of arms once more,
And calm the jarring world from shore to shore.
By thee alone the race of man foregoes
The rage of blood, and sinks in soft repose: