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Perhaps some needful service of the State, Drew Titus from the depth of studious bowers, And doomed him to contend in faithless courts, Where gold determines between right and wrong. Yet did at length his loyalty of heart And his pure native genius lead him back To wait upon the bright and gracious Muses Whom he had early loved. And not in vain Such course he held! Bologna's learned schools Were gladdened by the Sage's voice, and hung With fondness on those sweet Nestorian strains. * There pleasure crowned his days; and all his thoughts A roseate fragrance breathed.-O human life, That never art secure from dolorous change! Behold a high injunction suddenly To Arno's side conducts him, and he charmed A Tuscan audience: but full soon was called To the perpetual silence of the grave. Mourn, Italy, the loss of him who stood" A Champion steadfast and invincible, To quell the rage of literary War!

* Ivi vivea giocondo e i suoi pensieri

Erano tutti rose.
The Translator had not skill to come nearer to his original.

O Thou who movest onward with a mind
Intent upon thy way, pause though in haste !

Twill be no fruitless moment. I was born
Within Savona's walls of gentle blood.
On Tiber's banks my youth was dedicate
To sacred studies; and the Roman Shepherd
Gave to my charge Urbino's numerous Flock.
Much did I watch, much laboured; nor had power
To escape from many and strange indignities;
Was smitten by the great ones of the World
But did not fall, for virtue braves all shocks,
Upon herself resting immoveably.
Me did a kindlier fortune then invite
To serve the glorious Henry, King of France,
And in his hands I saw a high reward
Stretched out for my acceptance--but Death came.-
Now, Reader, learn from this my fate how false,
How treacherous to her promise is the World,
And trust in God—to whose eternal doom
Must bend the sceptred Potentates of Earth.

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Theke never breathed a man who when his life
Was closing might not of that life relate
Toils long and hard.—The Warrior will report
Of wounds, and bright swords flashing in the field,
And blast of trumpets. He, who hath been doomed
To bow his forehead in the courts of kings,
Will tell of fraud and never-ceasing hate,
Envy, and heart-inquietude, derived
From intricate cabals of treacherous friends. -
I., who on ship-board lived from earliest Youth,
Could represent the countenance horrible
Of the vexed waters, and the indignant rage
Of Auster and Boötes. Forty years
Over the well-steered Gallies did I rule :-
From huge Pelorus to the Atlantic pillars,
Rises no mountain to mine eyes unknown;
And the broad gulfs I traversed oft-and--oft:
Of every cloud which in the heavens might stir

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