Ante dies quam lucet ades, modulansque catervæ Dividis aligera centum discrimina vocum.

Continuo ad cantum præludunt oribus illæ Suavisonis; peragunt opus instaurantque peracta. Hisque modis superante fovent æstate juventam. Te duce dein abeunt in fortunatius arvum

Blanda volans legio, nulli penetrabile brumæ."

SWEET DAY.

SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky:
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave;

And thou must die.

Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

Like seasoned timber, never gives;

But though the whole world turn to coal,

Then chiefly lives.

GEO. HERBERT.

"Parcent animæ fata superstiti."

Lux dulcis, cui tanta quies et frigus et ardor,
Terræ polique nuptiæ,

At flebit tua fata tamen sub vesperis horam
Ros, quippe leto debitæ.

Tuque, color cujus forti similisque minanti

Temere tuentum lumina

Præstringit; radice lates tenus usque sepulcro; Et te perire fas, Rosa.

Dulces Maia refers hilaris lucesque rosasque,

Thesaurus ingens dulcium.

Has sed in occasum me vergere disce magistro ; Perire nam fas omnia.

Dulces ergo animæ demum et virtutis amantes Durant, ut ilex arida;

In fumum ac cinerem vertatur mundus: at illæ

Tunc enitescent clarius.

IN MEMORIAM.

CVI.

THE time admits not flowers or leaves
To deck the banquet. Fiercely flies
The blast of North and East, and ice
Makes daggers at the sharpen'd eaves,

And bristles all the brakes and thorns
To yon hard crescent, as she hangs
Above the wood which grides and clangs
Its leafless ribs and iron horns

Together, in the drifts that pass,

To darken on the rolling brine

That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine,

Arrange the board and brim the glass;

In Memoriam.

NON hora myrto, non violis sinit
Nitere mensas. Trux Aquilo foras
Bacchatur, atque inspicat hastas
E foribus glacies acutis ;

Horretque saltus spinifer, algidæ

Sub falce lunæ; dum nemori imminet,
Quod stridet illiditque costis
Cornua, jam vacuis honorum,

Ferrata; nimbis prætereuntibus,
Ut incubent tandem implacido sali
Qui curvat oras. Tu Falernum

Prome, dapes strue, dic coronent