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.Hail bounteous May that doft infpire -$
Mirth and youth and warm defire;
Woods and groves are of thy drefling,
Hill and dale doth boaft thy bleffing. Thus we falute thee with our early fong, And welcome thee, and with thee.long. 10
X On Sbshefpeare, 1630.
What needs my Shakelpeare for his honor'd bones
The labor of an age in piled flories,
Or that his hallow'.d reliques fhould be hid
Voder a ftar-ypointing pyramid?
Dear fon of Memory, great heir of Fame, g
What nced'ft thou fueh weak witnefs of thy name J
Thou in our .wonder and aftonifhmcnt
Haft built thyfelf a lire-long monument.
For whilft to th' fhame of ftow-endevoring Art
Thy eafy numbers flow, and that each heart - . . 10
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book
Thofe Delphic lines with deep impreflion took,
Then thou our fancy, of itfelf bereaving,
Doft make us marble with too much conceiving;
And fo fepliicher'd in fuch pomp doft lie, i5.
That hmgs for filch a tomb would wifh to die*
XI. On the umverjtty carrier, -who Jichened in the time of bis vacancy fieing forbidto go toLondon,by reafon of the plague.
Here lies old Hobfon; Death hath broke his girt,
And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
Or elfe the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here ftuck in a flough, and overthrown.
'Twas fuch a fhifter, that if truth were known, 5
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten years full
Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
And furely Death could never have prevail'd,
Had not his weekly courfe of carriage fail'd; 10
But lately finding him fo long at home,
And thinking now his journey's end was come,
And that he had ta'en up his latcft inn,
In the kind office of a chamberlin
Show'd him his room where he muft lodge that night,
Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light: 16
If any afk for him, it fhall be faid,
Hobfon has fupt, and's newly gone to bed.
XII. Another on the fame.
Here lieth one, who did mof t truly prove
Until his revolution was at flay.
Time numbers motion, (yet without a crime
'Gainft old Truth) motion number'd out his timei
And like an engin mov'd with wheel and weight,
His principles being ceas'd, he ended ftrait. 10
Reft that gives all men life gave him his death,
And too much breathing put him out of breath;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm
Too long vacation haften'd on his term.
Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd, ly
Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd;
Kay, quoth he, on his fwooning bed out-ftretch'd,
If I may'nt carry, fure I'll ne'er be fetch'd,
But vow, though the crofs doctors all flood hearers,
For one carrier put down to make fix bearers. 20
Eafe was his chief difeafe, and to judge right,
He dy'd for heavinefs that his cart went lighti
His leifure told him that his time was come,
And lack of load made his life burthenfomc,
That ev'n to his laft breath (there be that fay't) 25
As he were prefs'd to death, he cry'd more weight;
But had his doings lafted as they were,
He had been an immortal carrier.
Obedient to the moon he fpent his date
In courfe reciprocal, and had his fate 30
Link'd to the mutual flowing of the feas,
Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increafei
His letters are deliver'd all and gone,
Only remains this fuperfcription.
XII. Ad Pjrrhim. Ode V.
tkraths ex Pyrrhx Ultcebris fmptam c naufragro enata* ■verat, cujus amoreimtitos, vffitmat tjfc mi/eros.
Qois multa gracilh te puer in ro'fa
Grato, Pyrrha, fub antrb?
Cm" flavam reiigas comam Simplex munditiis? beu quotics fidcm 5
Mutatofquc deos flebit, et afpcra
Nigris aequora ventis
Emirabitur infolens! Qui nunc te frultnr tredulus aursa, Qui temper varuam femper amabilcm to
Fallacis. Mifcri quibus Intentata nites. Me tabula facer Votiva paries indicat uvida
SurpendMTe potenti *f
Veftimenta maris Deo,
XIII. The Fifth Ode of Horace, Lib. I.
Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofe, rendered almofl word for -word without rliime, according to the Latin meafure, as near as the language will permit.
What flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors
Pyrrha? for whom birtd'ft thou
In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft fhall he 5
On faith and changed gods complain, and fcas
Rough with black winds and ftorms
Unwonted fhall admire! Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant always amiable 10
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Haplefs they To whom thou untry'd feem'ft fair. Me in my vow'd Pifture the facred wall declares to' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds 1^
To the ftern God of fea.