LAWRENCE! of virtuous father virtuous son, The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise 10 XVI. TO CYRIAC SKINNER. CYRIAC! whose grandsire on the royal bench Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; 10 XVII. TO THE SAME. CYRIAC! this three years' day these eyes, though clear, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of which all Europe talks from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide. XVIII. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE. METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have So clear, as in no face with more delight. But, oh! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night. 10 TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. Quis multo gracilis te puer in rosa, rendered almost word for word, without rhyme, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit. WHAT slender youth, bedewed with liquid odours, Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold; Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they 10 To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vowed Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung My dark and dropping weeds To the stern God of sea. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of Leogecia. GODDESS of shades, and huntress! who at will On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night: Brutus! far to the west, in the ocean wide, FROM DANTE. Aн, Constantine! of how much ill was cause, FROM ARIOSTO. THEN passed he to a flowery mountain green, FROM HORACE. WHOм do we count a good man! Whom but he FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace. FROM HORACE. JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. FROM SOPHOCLES. "TIS you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. FROM SENECA. THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, |