Insons populi, barbitoque devius

Indulsit patrio, mox itidem pectine Daunio

Longinquum intonuit melos

Vicinis, et humum vix tetigit pede:

ANTISTROPHE.

Quis te, parve liber, quis te fratribus
Subduxit reliquis dolo,

Cum tu missus ab urbe,

Docto jugiter obsecrante amico,
Illustre tendebas iter

Thamesis ad incunabula
Cærulei patris,

Fontes ubi limpidi

Aonidum, thyasusque sacer,

Orbi notus per immensos
Temporum lapsus redeunte cælo,
Celeberque futurus in ævum?

STROPHE 2.

Modò quis deus, aut editus deo,
Pristinam gentis miseratus indolem,
(Si satis noxas luimus priores,
Mollique luxu degener otium)
Tollat nefandos civium tumultus,
Almaque revocet studia sanctus,
Et relegatas sine sede Musas

Jam penè totis finibus Angligenûm,

Immundasque volucres

Unguibus imminentes

Figat Apollineâ pharetrâ,

Phineamque abigat pestem procul amne Pegaseo?

ANTISTROPHE.

Quin tu, libelle, nuntii licet malâ

Fide, vel oscitantiâ,

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Semel erraveris agmine fratrum,

Seu quis te teneat specus,

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Seu qua te latebra, forsan unde vili

Vos tandem haud vacui mei labores,
Quicquid hoc sterile fudit ingenium,
Jam serò placidam sperare jubeo

Perfunctam invidiâ requiem, sedesque beatas

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Quas bonus Hermes

Et tutela dabit solers Rousî,

Quò neque lingua procax vulgi penetrabit, atque longè

Turba legentûm prava facesset;

At ultimi nepotes

Et cordatior ætas

Judicia rebus æquiora forsitan

Adhibebit integro sinu.

Tum, livore sepulto,

Si quid meremur sana posteritas sciet,
Rousio favente.

IN SALMASII HUNDREDAM.

QUIS expedivit Salmasio suam Hundredam,
Picamque docuit verba nostra conari?
Magister artis venter, et Jacobæi

Centum, exulantis viscera marsupii regis.
Quòd, si dolosi spes refulserit nummi,
Ipse Antichristi qui modò primatum Papæ
Minatus uno est dissipare sufflatu,
Cantabit ultrò Cardinalitium melos.

IN SALMASIUM.

GAUDETE, Scombri, et quicquid est piscium salo,
Qui frigidâ hieme incolitis algentes freta!

Vestrum misertus ille Salmasius Eques
Bonus amicire nuditatem cogitat;
Chartæque largus apparat papyrinos
Vobis cucullos, præferentes Claudii
Insignia, nomenque et decus, Salmasii;
Gestetis ut per omne cetarium forum
Equitis clientes, scriniis mungentium
Cubito virorum, et capsulis, gratissimos.

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INDEX TO POEMS, FIRST LINES
AND FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS

Abash'd the Devil stood

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot.
Accuse not Nature! she hath done her part.
Ad Carolum Diodatum

Ad Carolum Diodatum, ruri commorantem
Ad Joannem Rousium

Ad Leonoram Romæ canentem

Ad patrem

Ad Pyrrham

Ad Salsillum, poetam Romanum, Ægrotantem
Ad Thomam Junium

...

Adam the goodliest man of men since born
Adhuc madentes rore squalebant gena
Ah, Constantine, of how much ill was cause
All night the dreadless angel, unpursued
Allegro, L'

Altera Torquatum cepit Leonora poetam
Among the holy mountains high

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Among unequals what society

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And, fast by, hanging in a golden chain

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And oft, though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps

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Anon they move in perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood.
Answer me when I call

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones...

Be lowly wise

Be not thou silent now at length

Beauty stands in the admiration only of weak minds

Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord
Before the starry threshold of Jove's court
Bellipotens Virgo, Septem regina Trionum
Bevy of fair women, richly gay, A
Blest is the man who hath not walked astray
Blest pair of sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy
Book was writ of late called Tetrachordon, A
Brazen throat of war had ceased to roar, The
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies
Broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, A
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
But who is this, what thing of sea or land

Canzone

Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms
Cede, Meles; cedat depressâ Mincius urnâ
Childhood shows the man, The
Commendatory verses

Comus

Credula quid liquidam Sirena, Neapoli, jactas
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Cum simul in regem nuper satrapasque Britannos
Curre per immensum subito mea littera, pontum
Cyriak, this year's day these eyes, though clear
Cyriak, whose grandsire on the royal bench

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Death grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself

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E

Eas'd the putting off these troublesome disguises which we wear. 116

Epitaph on the Marchioness of Winchester, An
Epitaphium Damonis

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