Now to Staveley strait repair I, Mirtil. BE'T So, Faustulus! there repose thee, Cheer thy country with thy poesy; Live, fare well, as thou deservest, Rich in Arethusa's harvest: Under the beach while shepherds rank thee, Zephyrus bless thee. Faust.] I do thank thee. AD PHILOXENUM. Te viatores lepidi patronum, Te tuæ dicunt patriæ coronam, Vatis et vitis roseæ corymbum, Artis alumum. Te tuus vates lyricis salutat Qui fidem nulla novitate mutat, Nec nova venti levitate nutat, Fidus ad aras. ΤΟ PHILOXENUS. THEE pleasing waymates titled have their patron, Their country's glory, which they build their state on, The poet's wine-bush, which they use to prate on, Art's merry minion. In lyric measures doth thy bard salute thee, Who with a constant resolution suits thee, Nor can ought move me to remove me from thee, But my religion. |