The Gods great Mother too, and greater Jove,
Their Majesty laid by, could Shepherds love:
The Phrygian Groves, and conscious Ida know
What She for Atys, He for Ganymed could do.
But prouder Eunica difdains alone

What Gods, and greatest Goddesses have done:
Fairer it seems by much, and greater she,
Than Venus, Cynthia, or than Cybele.
Oh my fair Venus, may you ne'er find one
Worthy your Love, in Country, or in Town,
But to a Virgin Bed condemn'd, for ever lye alone!

ΤΟ

LESBI A.

OUT OF

CATULLUS

L

Et's live, my dearest Lesbia, and love, The little time that Nature lends improve, In Mirth and Pleasure let us waste the day, Nor care a farthing what old Dotards say; The Suns may rife again that once are fet, Their ufual Labour, and old Course repeat,

But

But when our Days once turn'd have loft their Light,
We must sleep on one long Eternal Night:
A thousand Kiffes, Dear, a hundred more,
Another hundred, Lesbia, I am poor:
Another thousand, Lesbia, and as warm,
Let every Touch furprize, and preffing Charm:
And when repeated thousands numerous grow
We'll kiss out all again, that none may know
How many you have lent, and what I owe:
While I'll in grofs with eager hafte repay,
And kiss a long Eternity away.

To LESBIA.

Y Lesbia fwears fhe would Catullus wed,

MY

Tho'Jove himself should come and ask her Bed: True, this fhe fwears by all the Pow'rs above, But she's a Woman speaking to her Love: That fingle Thought my growing Faith Defeats, 'Tis neceffary for them to be Cheats: They must be false, they must their Oaths forget, So pleafing is the Lech'ry of Deceit; What Women tell their Servants, fade like Dreams, And should be writ in Air, or running Streams. HORACE,

HORACE

ODE 7th, BOOK 4th.

By an unknown HAND.

W

Inter's diffolv'd, behold a World's new face!

How grafs the ground, how leaves their branches grace!

(yield, That Earth which wou'd not to the Plough-fhare Is fofter now and eafie to be till'd.

And frozen Streams, thaw'd by th' approaching Sun,
With whisp'ring murmurs in their Channels run:
The naked Nymphs and Graces dance around,
And o're the flowry Meadows nimbly bound.
The Months that run on times immortal wheels,
The Seafons treading on each others heels,
The winged Hours that fwiftly pass away,
And spightfully confume the smiling Day,
Tell us, that all things must with them decay.
The
year rowls round us in a constant ring,
And fultry Summer wastes the milder Spring:

Whofe

Whofe hot Meridian quickly overpast,

Declines to Autumn, which with bounteous hafte
Comes crown'd with Grapes, but fuddenly is croft,
Cold Winter nips his Vintage with a frost.
The Moon renews its Orb to fhine more bright;
But when Death's hand puts out our mortal light,
With us alas 'tis ever ever Night!

With Tullus and with Ancus we shall be,

And the brave Souls of vanifh'd Heroes fee.
Who knows if Gods above, who all things fway,
Will fuffer thee to live another day?

Then please thy Genius, and betimes take care,
To leave but little to thy greedy Heir.
When among crouds of Ghosts thou fhalt appear,
And from the Judge thy fatal fentence hear,
Not Birth, nor Eloquence, nor Wealth, nor all
That thou canst plead can the past doom recall.
Diana, though a Goddess, cannot take
Her chafte Hippolitus from Lethe's Lake.
Perithous bound in Fetters must remain,
Thefeus no more can break his Adamantine Chain.

HORACE,

HORACE

The 2d BOOK, ODE the 10th.

Rectius vives Licini, &c.

E muft all live, and we would all live well,

WE

But how to do it very few can tell; He fure doth beft, who a true mean can keep, Nor boldly fails too far into the Deep, Nor yet too fearfully creeps near the Land, And runs the danger of the Rocks and Sand. Who to that happy Medium can attain, “Who neither feeks for nor dispises Gain, “Who neither finks too low, nor aims too high, He fhuns th'unwholfome Ills of Poverty; And is fecure from envy, which attends A fumptuous Table, and a croud of Friends. Their Treacherous height doth the tall Pines expose, To the rude blasts of ev'ry Wind that blows. And lofty Towers unfortunately high, Are near their ruin as they're near the Sky; And when they fall, what was their pride before, Serves only then t'increase their fall the more.

Who