THE EPITAPH.

H

ERE refts his head upon the lap of earth,

A youth to fortune and to fame unknown, Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely send :
He gave to mis'ry all he had, a tear,

He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

No farther feek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bofom of his Father and his God.

SONG,

EPITAPH IU M.

NUI nunquam favit fama aut fortuna fecunda,

Congesto hoc juvenem cefpite fervat humus.

Huic tamen arrifit jucunda Scientia vultu,
Selegitque, habitans pectora, Cura fibi.

Largus opum fuit, & fincero pectore fretus,
Accepit pretium par, tribuente Deo.
Indoluit miserans inopi, lacrymasque profudit.
Scilicet id, miferis quod daret, omne fuit.
A cœlo interea fidum acquifivit amicum,

Scilicet id, cuperet quod magis, omne fuit.

Ne merita ulterius defuncti exquirere pergas,
Nec vitia ex facrâ fede referre petas.
Utraque ibi trepidâ pariter fpe condita reftant,
In gremio Patris fcilicet atque Dei.

SONG, by a Perfon of Quality

Lutt'ring fpread thy purple pinions,

FL

Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart;

I a flave in thy dominions ;

Nature must give way to art.

Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,

See my weary days confuming,
All beneath yon flow'ry rocks.

Thus the Cyprian goddefs weeping,
Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth :
Him the Boar in filence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting tooth.

Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;
Fair Discretion, string the lyre;
Sooth my ever-waking flumbers:
Bright Apollo, lend thy choir !

* From Pope's Works.

Gloomy

CARMEN ELEGANS.

UQUE adeo roseas expande volatilis alas,

Tʊ

Et leviter pectus tange, Cupido, meum. Imperiis, pulchelle, tuis ego fervulus ultro ; Naturam ars victrix fcilicet ufque domat.

Arcades, æterno viridantes flore juventæ,
Nocte innutantes qualibet inter oves,
Afpicite, ut fenfim languens juvenilior ætas,

Hæc juxta, hæc, inquam, florea faxa perit!

Ante omnes carum fic flevit Adonida Cypris,
Deceptufque Deam triftius uffit Amor;
Hunc, tacitè adrepens per denfa filentia noctis
Incautum fævo dente momordit Aper.

Stringe lyram interea pulchre Prudentia ludens,
Harmoniæque graves, Cynthia, funde modos!
Doctæ ambæ vigiles curas fopire canendo,

Tuque tuum imperti, Præfes Apollo, chorum!

Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,
Arm'd in adamantine chains,

Lead me to the crystal mirrors,
Wat'ring foft Elyfian plains.

Mournful cyprefs, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Morpheus hov'ring o'er my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows.

Melancholy, smooth Meander,
Swiftly purling in a round,

On thy margin lovers wander,

With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd..

Thus when Philomela drooping,
Softly feeks her filent mate,

See the bird of Juno stooping;
Melody refigns to fate.