Ah! mihi si liceat si nunc in pectore fido
Brachia nunc etiam jungere fida viri;
Frigida si liceat vitam inspirare per ora,

Quae cor vix animat, ceu moritura, meum;
Nec moritur tamen, at magnum perpessa dolorem
Redditur in tardos fortior usque dies,

Quosque haud aspicio voltus et verba reponit

Auribus heu rursum non capienda meis.

A. J. C.

I ENVY not in any moods

The captive void of noble rage,

The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods:

I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,

To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the field of sloth;

Nor any want-begotten rest.

XXIX.

ABOMINANDUM non dubito malum,
Seu servus ira fervere libera,

Seu nata sub tectis apricae

Non meminit Philomela silvae.

Odi, ruentis munera temporis

Qui lege nulla, more ferae, rapit,

Peccata nec quid sint, nec unquam

Noscere fas didicit nefasque.

Quin, quod beatum forsitan audiat,
Immune amoris pectus abominor,
Torpore dum marcet situque;

Odi animum insipienter aequum.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;

I feel it, when I sorrow most;

'Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.

In Memoriam, XXVII.

Fortuna quicquid saeviet; hoc mea,
Hoc mente fixum vel misero sedet,

Non flere praereptos amores

Tam dolet ut careas amico.

J. R. S.