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Her hand with skill th’ embroider'd rein controls; Whom wouldst thou fly? Stay, lovely virgin, stay!
Back fly the streets, as swift the chariot rolls. Speak every thought! far hence be fears away!
Along the wheel-worn road they hold their way, Speak ! and be truth in every accent found!
The domes retreat, the sinking towers decay : Dread to deceive! we tread on hallow'd ground',
Bare to the knee succinct a damsel train

By the stern power who guards this sacred place,
Behind attends, and glitters tow'rd the plain. By the illustrious authors of thy race;
As when her limbs divine, Diana laves

By Jove, to whom the stranger's cause belongs, In fair Parthenius, or th Amnesian waves,

To whom the suppliant, and who feels the wrongs; Sublime in royal state the bounding roes

O guard me, save me, in the needful hour! Whirl her bright car along the mountain brows; Without thy aid, thy Jason is no more; Swift to her fane in pomp the goddess moves; To thee a suppliant, in distress I bend, The nymphs attend that haunt the shady groves, To thce a stranger, and who wants a friend ! Th’ Amnesian fount, or silver-streaming rills; Then, when between us seas and mountains rise, Nymphs of the vales, or Oreads of the hills ! Medea's name shall sound in distant skies; The fawning beasts before the goddess play, All Greece to thee shall owe her heroes fates, Or, trembling, savage adoration pay:

And bless Medea through her hundred states. Thus on her car subliine the nymph appears, The mother and the wife, who now in vain The crowd falls back, and as she moves reveres; Roll their sad eyes fast-streaming o'er the main, Swift to the fane aloft her course she bends; Shall stay their tears; the mother and the wife The fane she reaches, and to earth descends: Shall bless thee for a son's or husband's life!, Then to her train " Ah me! I fear we stray, Fair Ariadne, sprung from Minos' bed, Misled by Folly to this lonely way!.

Sav'd the brave Theseus, and with Theseus flod, Alas! should Jason with his Grecks appear, Forsook her father, and her native plain, Where should we fly? I fear, alas, I fear!

And stemm'd the tumults of the surging main ; No more the Colchian youths, and virgin train, Yet the stern sire relented, and forgave Haunt the cool shade, or tread in dance the plain: The maid, whose only crime it was to save : But since alone ;-with sports beguile the hours, Ev’n the just gods forgave: and now on high Come chamt the song, or pluck the blooming flowers: A star she shines, and beautifies the sky : . Pluck every sweet, to deck your virgin bowers !" What blessings then shall rightcous Heaven decroe Then warbling soft', she lifts her heavenly voice; For all our heroes sav'd, and sav'd by thee ! But sick with mighty love, the song is noise ; Heaven gave thee not, to kill, so soft an air, She hears from every note a discord rise,

And Cruelty sure never look'd so fair !" Till, pausing, on her tongue the music dies; He ceas'd; but left so charming on her ear She hates each object, every face offends,

His voice, that listening still she seem'd to hear : In every wish, her soul to Jason sends;

Her eye to earth she bends with modest grace, With sharpen'd eyes the distant lawn explores, And Heaven in smiles is open'd in her face. To find the object whom her soul adores :

A glance she steals ; but rosy blushes spread At every whisper of the passing air,

Q'er her fair cheek, and then she drops her headeShe starts, she turns, and hopes her Jason there; A thousand words at once to speak she tries; Again she fondly looks, nor looks in vain;

In vain--but speaks a thousand with her eyes : He comes, her Jason shines along the plain. Trembling, the shining casket she expands, As when, emerging from the watery way,

Then gives the magic virtue to his hands; Refulgent Sirius lifts his golden ray,

And had the power been granted to convey He shines terrific ! for his burning breath

Her heart. had given her very heart away. Taints the red air with fevers, plagues, and death; Such to the nymph approaching Jason shows, Bright author of unutterable woes; Before her eyes a swimming darkness spread, EPISTOLA AD AMICUM RUSTICANTEM, Her flush'd cheek glow'd, her very heart was dead;

SCRIPTA VORE INEUNTE CANTAB. 1709. No more her knees their wonted office knew,

Ecquid absenti tibi cura Grantæ ?, Fix'd, without motion, as to earth she grew :

| Ecquid antiqui memor es sodalis ! Her train recedes; the meeting lovers gaze In silent wonder, and in still amaze :

Chare permultis, mihi præter omnes As two fair cedars on the mountain's brow,

Chare Georgi. Pride of the groves ! with roots adjoining grow;

Cernis ! ut mulcet levis aura campos !
Erect and motionless the stately trees

Ut rosa dulci, vjolisque terram
Awhile remain, while sleeps each fanning breeze, Flora depingit, Zephyrusque blandis
Till from th’ Folian caves a blast unbound (sound;

Ventilat alis !
Bends their proud tops, and bids their boughs re | Tarde, quid cessas ? Age Rozinantis
Thus gazing they, till by the breath of love | Terga conscendas eques ingementis,
Strongly at length inspir'd, they speak, they move : | Tenè ruralis Galatiea duris
With smiles the love-sick virgin he survey'd,

Detinet Ulnis ? And fondly thus addrest the blooming maid:

| Digne succendi meliore flamma !“Dismiss, my fair, my love, thy virgin fear; Sive Clarissam Juvenumyè curam 'Tis Jason speaks, no enemy is here !

| Philliden mavis, placeatvė, quondain Man, haughty man, is of obdurate kind ;

Pulchra, Lycoris But Jason bears no proud, inhuman mind, By gentle manners, softest arts refin'd.

· ; 'Temple of Hecate. .

& Obeso fuit corpore. • 947,

» Tres elegantes apud Cantabrigiam puellæ.

Tarde, quid cessas? tibi multa virgo
Splendidos lædit lacrymnis ocellos,

SIXTEEN ODES OF ANACREON.
Et tibi frustrà ad speculum coinarum
Circinat orbes !

ODE xv.
Te frequens votis revocat sophistes,

HAPPY LIFE.
Dum Johannensi madidus lyæo,
De tubis haurit, revomitque dulccm

The wealth of Gyges I despise ;

Genis are useless glittering toys.
.
Undique nubem.

| Gold I leave, and such vain things, Quin velis scribam quid habet novorum

To the low aim and pride of kings, Granta ? Marlburns spoliis onustus,

Let my hair with unguents flow, Gallicas fudit propè 'Scaldis undam

With rosy garlands crown my brow!

Strage Phalangas. The present inoment I enjoy, O! triumphalem gladium recondas !

Doom'd in the next, perhaps, to die! Ite vos laurus sanie rubentes !

Then, while the hour serenely shines;
Sis memor pacis, viridique cingas

Toss the gay die, and quafi thy wines;
Tempora Myrto!

But ever, in the genial hour,

To Bacchus the libation pour, Huc ades divúm atque hominum voluptas

Lest Death in wrath approach, and cry, Mollè subridens, Venus! huc sorores

“ Man--taste no more the cup of Joy" Gratia! longum valc, 0! Minerva,

Aspera Virgo! Barbaro tandem satiata ludo,

ODE XVI. Agidem ponas, gladiumque; castam

THE POWER OF BEAUTY. Virginem dirus gladius, feroxque

Dedecet Egis. Some sing of Thebes, and some destroy

I lu lofty numbers haughty Troy. Flagitas nostræ quid agunt camoena?

I mourn, alas ! in plaintive strains, Uror infelix! mihi ine Belinda

My own captivity and chains ! Surripit! Collum 0! niveum, O! Puelle

No navy, rang'd in proud array,

Suave labellum! No foot, no horseman, arip'd to slay, Ah! ut obliquo aspiciens ocello

My peace alarm! Far other foes, Torruit pectus neque tu furoris

Far other hosts, create my woes : lascius blandi! tibi sævit imis

Strange, dangerous hosts, that ambush'd lie Flamma medullis! In every bright love-darting eye!

Such as destroy, when beauty arn:s
Tu tamen felix! cohibere tristes

To conquer, dreadful in its charms !
Tu potcs curas ! Cerealis haustug
Est tibi, præsens relevare diro
Pectora luctu.

ODE XX.
Corticem astrictum pice cun reducis,

TO HIS MITRESS. Audin' ingenti tonat ut boatu

The gods o'er mortals prove their sway, Fumidus! summo ruit ut lagenæ

And steal then from theinselves away:

Spumeus ore! | Transform'd by their almighty hands, Cernis ! ut vitro nitet invidendo

Sad Niobe an image stands; Aureum nectar! comes it facetus

And Philomel, up-born on wings
Cui jocus, quocum Venus & Cupido

Through air, her mouruful story sings
Spicula tingunt.

Would Heaven, indulgent to my row,

The happy change I wish, allow; Jam memor charz, cyathum coronas,

The envy'd mirror I would be, Virginis : plerum video !-ah! caveto

That thou inight'st always gaze on me;
Doxtra nè quasset malè, duin laborat

And could my naked heart appear,
Pondere dulci!

Thou 'dst see thyself for thou art there!

( ! were made thy folding vest, Fuge! siccâsti bene, fortiterque! Hine adest curæ medicina ! suaves

That thou might'st clasp me to thy breast!
Hinc tibi somni, & tibi suaviora

Or turn'd into a fount, to lave
Somnia somnis!

Thy naked beautjes in niy wave!

Thy bosom-cincture I would grow, Hos bibens succos, nihil invidebis

To warm those little hills of snow; Italis, quamvis cyathi Falemo

Thy ointment, in rich fragrant streanis Dulce nigrescant, neque Gallicanæ

To wander oer thy beauteous linbs;

Laudibus uræ ! Thy chain of shining pearl-io duck, Hic Johannensi latitans suili

And close embrace thy graceful neck : Grunnio, scribens sitiente labro,

A very sandal I would be
Aut graves laustus, inimica Musis

To tread orrif trod on by thee!
Pocula, duco.

3 First published in the Gentleman's Macazine: i Juxtà Alderardum.

and afterwards inserted in the translations of 2 Anglicé bottled ole.

An morcon, published by Mr. Tankes.

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I, peaceful I, no falchion wield;
ODE XXIV.

I bend no bow, I poise no shield.
IMITATED.

The flowery garlan! crowns my hairs,

My band the powerful goblet bears; Atas! alas! I see each day

The powerful goblet, nobly brave,
Steals ipe from anyself away;

I drain, and then 'tis sweet to rave
And every step of life I tread,
I speed to mingle with the dead

ODE XXXVI.
How many years are past, my friends,
I know, and there my knowledge ends.

Talk not to me of pedant rules;
How many years are still in store,

I leave debates to learned fools, I neither can, nor would explore.

| Who solemnly in form advise; Then, since the hours incessant fly,

At best, impertinently wise! They all shall find me crown'd with joy.

To me more pleasing precepts give, To those, my cares I here bequeath,

And teach the science how to live; Who meanly die for fear of death,

To bury in the friendly draught And daily with assiduous strife

Sorrows that spring from too much thoughts Contrive to live, accurs'd with life.

To learn soft lessons from the fair, Then, Care, begone! i'd dance and play ; How life may glide exempt from care. Hence, with thy serious face au ay !

Alas! I'm old! I see my head I'll laugh, and whilst gay wine inflames,

With hoary locks by Time o'erspread : I'll court the laughter-loving dames;

Then instant be the goblet brought, And study to resign my breath

To make me young--at least in thought. In extasy, and smile in death.

Alas ! incessant speeds the day

When I must mix with common clay ;
ODE XXV.

When I must tread the dismal shore,

And dream of love and wine no more.
IMITATED.
BRING me, O bring th' enlivening Iraught,

ODE XXXVII.
Lenient of grief, and anxious thought.
Then Care retires, asham'd to show

THE SPRING.
His downcast eye, and faded brow.

See, Winter's past ! the seasons bring i banish business to the great,

Soft breezes with returning Spring; To all that curse, yet covet state.

At whose approach the Graces wear Death hastes amain: then who would rug Fresh honours in their flowing hair : To meet what most he strives to shun?

The raging Seas forget to roar, Or antedate the dreadful day

And, smiling, gently kiss the shore : By cares, and aid the fiend to slay?

The sportive duck, in wanton play, . If tears could bribe his dreadful powers,

Now dives, now rises into day; I'd wecp, and bless the precious showers;

The cranes from freezing skies repair, But let our lot be joy or woe,

And sailing iloat to warmer air: Alike he speeds to strike the blow.

Th' enlivening Suns in glory rise, Then crown the bowl !--ye sorrows, fly

And gaily dance along the skies.
To kill some wretch who wants to die.

The clouds disperse ; or if in showers
They fall, it is to wake the flowers :

See, verdure clothes the teeming Earth!
ODE XXXI.

The olive struggles into birth :
THE PLEASING FRENZY.

The swelling grapes adorn the vine,

And kindly promise future wine : Now bring, by all the powers divine,

Blest juice ! already I in thought
Bring me a bowl of rosy wine;

Quaff an imaginary draught.
A mighty bowl of wine I crave :
When wine inspires, 'tis sweet to rave
In frantic rage Alemæon drew

ODB XLVIII.
His falchion, and his mother“ slew :

GAY LIFE.
Orestes in a furious mood

Give me Homer's tuneful lyre,
Raring shed his mother's blood.
Dreadful, sober madmen, they!

Let the sound my breast inspire !
None, harmless drunkard, none I slay :

But with no troublesome delight The blood of grapes I only crave;

Of arms, and heroes slain in tight: I quaff it, and 'tis sweet to rave.

Let it play no conquests here, Alcides, frantic, grasp'd his bow;

Or conquests only o'er the fair! His quiver rattled, stord with woe :

Boy, reach that volume-book divine ;

The statutes of the god of wine !
Stern Ajax shook his glittering blade,

He, legislator, statutes draws;
And broad his sevenfold shield display'd :
Dangerous madman ! how he drew

And I, his judge, enforce his laws;

And, faithful to the weighty trust, His sword, and hosts in fancy slew !

Compel his vot'ries to be just :

Thus round, the bowl impartial Aics, • Eryphilas • Clytemaestcan

Till to the sprightly dance we rise ;

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THE LOVE OF JASON AND MEDEA. Shall I, all lost to shame, to Jason fly?

And yet I must-if Jason bleeds, I die! SROM THE THIRD BOOK, VERSE 743, OF APOLLONIUS

Then, Shame, farewell! Adieu for ever, Fame!

Hail, black Disgrace! be fam'd for guilt, my name! Nù pin Youri ini gaiær dysu xvípus, &c. ' Live! Jason, live! enjoy the vital air !

Live through my aid! and ty where wings can ADVERTISEMENT.

bear!

But when he flies, ye poisons, lend your powers, Tue translator has taken the liberty, in the fol- | That day. Medea treads th' infernal shores!

lowing version from the Argonauties of Apollo- Then, wretched maid, thy lot is endless shame, nius, as well as in the story of Talus, to omit

| Then the proud dames of Colchos blast thy name: whatever has not an immediate relation to the I hear them cry- The false Medea's dead, subject; yet hopes that a due connection is not Through guilty passion for a strangur's bed; wanting ; and that the reader will not be dis- | Medea, careless of her virgin fame, pleased with these short sketches from a poet, Preferr'd a stranger to a father's name !! who is affirmed to be every where sublime, by o may I rather vield this vital breath, no less a critic than Longinus ; and from whom Than bear that base dishonour, worse than death!” many verses are borrowed by so great a poet as Thus wailid the fair, and seiz'd, with horrid joy, Virgil.

Drugs, foes to life, and potent to destroy;

A magazine of death! Again she pours Now rising shades a solemn gloom display, From her swoln eye-balls tears in shining showers; O'er the wide Earth, and o'er th' ethereal way: With grief insatiate, and with trembling hands, All night the sailor marks the northern team,

All comfortlesss the cask of death expands : And golden circlet of Orion's beam :

A sudden fear her labouring soul invades, A deep ropose the weary wanderer shares,

Struck with the horrours of th' infernal shades: And the faint watchman sleeps away his cares ; She stands deep-musing with a faded brow, Ev'n the fond mother, while all breathless lies Absorpt in thought, a monument of woe! Her child of love, in slumher seals her eyes; While all the comforts that on life attend, No sound of village-dog, no noise invades

The cheerful converse, and the faithful friend, The death-like silence of the midnight shades : By thought deep-imag'd in her bosom play, Alone Medea wakes : To love a prey,

Endearing life, and charm despair away : Restless she rolls, and groans the night away : Th' all-cheering suns with sweeter light arise, Now the fire-breathing bulls command her cares; And every object brightens to her eyes : She thinks on Jason, and for Jason fears ;

Then from her hand the baneful drug she throw's, In sad review, on horrours horrours rise; [fies: Conscnts to live, recover'd from her woes; Quick beats her heart, from thought to thought she Resolv'd the magic virtue to betray, As from replenish'd urns, with dubious ray, She waits the dawn, and calls the lazy day : The sun-beams dancing from the surface play, Time seems to stand, or backward drive his wheels: Now here, now there, the trembling radiance falls The hours she chides, and eyes the eastern hills : Alternate flashing round th' illumin'd walls ; At length the dawn with orient beams appears, Thus fluttering bounds the trembling virgin's blood, The shades disperse, and man awakes to cares. And from her shining eyes descends a flood : Studious to please, her graceful length of hair Now raving with resistless flames she glows,

With art she binds, that wanton'd with the air ; Now sick with love she melts with softer woes: From her soft cheek she wipes the tear away, The tyrant god, of every thought possest,

And bids keen lightnings from her eyes to play ; Beats in each pulse, and stings and racks her breast : From limb to limb refreshing unguents pours, Now she resolves the magic to betray

Unguents, that breathe of Heaven, in copious To tame the bulls, now yield him up a prey :

showers : Again, the drugs disdaining to supply,

Her robe she next assumes ; bright clasps of gold She loaths the light, and meditates to die:

Close to the lessening waist the robe infold; Anon, repelling with a brave disdain

Down from her swelling loins, the rest unbound The coward thought, she nourishes the pain : Floats in rich waves redundant o'er the ground: Thus tost, retost with furious storms of cares, Last, with a shining veil her cheeks she shades, On the cold ground she rolls, and thus with tears : Then, swimming smooth along,magnificently treads. “ Ah me! where'er 1 turn, before my eyes

Thus forward moves the fairest of her kind, A dreadful view, on sorrows sorrows rise !

Blind to the future, to the present blind : Tost in a giddy whirl of strong desire,

Twelve maids, attendants on her virgin bower, I glow, I burn, yet bless the pleasing fire.

Alike unconscious of the bridal hour, O had this spirit from its prison fled,

Join to the car the mins : dire rites to pay, By Dian sent to wander with the dead,

To Hecate's black fane she bends her way; Ere the proud Grecians view'd the Colchian skies; A juice she bears, whose magic virtue tames Ere Jason, lovely Jason, met these eyes!

(Through fell Persephone) the rage of flames; Hell gave the shining mischief to our coast, It gives the hero, strong in matchless might, Medea saw him, and Medea's lost

| To stand secure of harins in mortal fight; But why these sorrows ? if the powers on high It mocks the sword : the sword without a wound, His death decree, dic, wretched Jason, die! Leaps as from marble, shiver'd to the ground: Shall Telude my sire ? my art betray?

She nounts the car'; nor role the nymph alone; Ah me! what words shall purge the guilt away! | On either side two lovely damsels shone : But could I yield whither must I run To find the inan-awhon Virtue bids me shun?

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Her hand with skill th' embroider'd rein controls; Whom wouldst thou fly? Stay, lovely virgin, stay!
Back fly the streets, as swift the chariot rolls. Speak every thought! far hence be fears away!
Along the wheel-worn road they hold their way, Speak ! and be truth in every accent found !
The domes retreat, the sinking towers decay : | Dread to deceive! we tread on hallow'd ground,
Bare to the knee succinct a damsel train

By the stern power who guards this sacred place,
Behind attends, and glitters tow'rd the plain. By the illustrious authors of thy race;
As when her limbs divine, Diana laves

By Jove, to whom the stranger's cause belongs, In fair Parthenius, or th' Amnesian waves,

To whom the suppliant, and who feels the wrongs; Sublime in royal state the bounding roes

O guard me, save me, in the needful hour! Whirl her bright car along the mountain brows; Without th

is no more : Swift to her fane in pomp the goddess moves ; | To thee a suppliant, in distress I bend, The nymphs attend that haunt the shady groves, | To thee a stranger, and who wants a friend ! Th’ Amnesian fount, or silver-streaming rills; Then, when between us seas and mountains rise, Nymphs of the vales, or Oreads of the hills ! Medea's name shall sound in distant skies ; The fawning beasts before the goddess play, All Greece to thee shall owe her heroes fates, Or, trembling, savage adoration pay:

And bless Medea through her hundred states. Thus on her car subliine the nymph appears, The mother and the wife, who now in vain The crowd falls back, and as she inoves reveres ; Roll their sad eyes fast-streaming o'er the main, Swift to the fane aloft her course she bends; Shall stay their tears; the mother and the wife The fane she reaches, and to earth descends: Shall bless thee for a son's or husband's life! Then to her train " Ah me! I fear we stray, Fair Ariadne, sprung from Minos' bed, Misled by Folly to this lonely way!

Sav'd the brave Theseus, and with Theseus flou, Alas! should Jason with his Grecks appear, Forsook her father, and her native plain, Where should we fly? I fear, alas, I fear! And stemm'd the tumults of the surging main ; No more the Colchian youths, and virgin train, Yet the stern sire relented, and forgave Haunt the cool shade, or tread in dance the plain: The maid, whose only crime it was to save : But since alone ;-with sports beguile the hours, Ev'n the just gods forgave: and now on high Come chamt the song, or pluck the blooming flowers: A star she shines, and beautifies the sky : Pluck every sweet, to deck your virgin bowers !” What blessings then shall righteous Heaven decroe Then warbling soft“, she lifts her heavenly voice; For all our heroes sav'd, and sav'd by thee! But sick with mighty love, the song is noise ; Heaven gave thee not, to kill, so soft an air, She hears from every note a discord rise,

And Cruelty sure never look'd so fair !" Till, pausing, on her tongue the music dies;

He ceas'd; but left so charming on her ear She hates each object, every face offends,

His voice, that listening still she seem'd to hear : In every wish, her soul to Jason sends ;

Her eye to earth she bends with modest grace, With sharpen'd eyes the distant lawn explores, And Heaven in smiles is open'd in her face. To find the object whom her soul adores :

A glance she steals; but rosy blushes spread At every whisper of the passing air,

Q'er her fair cheek, and then she drops her heads She starts, she turns, and hopes her Jason there; A thousand words at once to speak she tries; Again she fondly looks, nor looks in vain;

In vain-but speaks a thousand with her eyes : He comes, her Jason shines along the plain. Trembling, the shining casket she expands, As when, emerging from the watery way,

Then gives the magic virtue to his hands; Refulgent Sirius lifts his golden ray,

And had the power been granted to convey He shines terrific ! for his burning breath

Her heart-shad given her very heart away. Taints the red air with fevers, plagues, and death; Such to the nymph approaching Jason shows, Bright author of unutterable woes; Before her eyes a swimming darkness spread, EPISTOLA AD AMICUM RUSTICANTEM, Her flush'd cheek glow'd, her very heart was dead; SCRIPTA VIRE INEUNTE CANTAB. 1709. No more her knees their wonted office knew,

| Ecquid absenti tibi cura Grantæ ?. Fix'd, without motion, as to earth she grew:

Ecquid antiqui memor es sodalis !
Her train recedes; the meeting lovers gaze
In silent wonder, and in still ainaze:

| Chare permultis, mihi præter omnes

Chare Georgi. As two fair cedars on the mountain's brow, Pride of the groves ! with roots adjoining grow;

Cernis ! ut mulcet levis aura campos ! Erect and motionless the stately trees

| Ut rosâ dulci, violisque terram Awhile remain, while sleeps each fanning breeze, Flora depingit, Zephyrusque blandis Till from th’ Folian caves a blast unbound (sound;

Ventilat alis ! Bends their proud tops, and bids their boughs re- | Tarde, quid cessas? Age Rozinantis Thus gazing they, till by the breath of love Terga conscendas eques ingementis, Strongly at length inspir'd, they speak, they move: | Tenè ruralis Galativa duris With smiles the love-sick virgin he survey'd,

Detinet Ulnis ? And fondly thus addrest the blooming mail :

| Digne succendi meliore flammâ !“ Dismiss, my fair, my love, thy virgin fear; Sive Clarissam). Juvemumvè curam 'Tis Jason speaks, no encmy is here!

Philliden inavis, placeatve, quondain Man, haughty man, is of obdurate kind;

Pulchra, Lycoris. But Jason bears no proud, inhuman mind, By gentle manners, softest arts refin'd.

• ? 'Temple of Hecate.

* Obeso fuit corpore. • 947,

• Tres elegantes apud Cantabrigiam puellæ.

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