Here, take This, Mars, no Toy you'll find In hafte Mars fnatch'd it from the Child, No, keep it, Mars, the Wanton cry'd. 15 IT Wing'd with Pain is Cupid's Dart; But the moft Joy-killing Pain, Waits the Love which loves in vain. Noble Μήτι θίγης πλάνα δῶρα τὰ γδ πυρί πάντα βέ Cara. Idyll. 1. Would he refign his Arms, ev'n those disclaim; Sterling's Poems. Mr. ΓένΘ ἐδὲν εἰς Ἔρωτα Σοφίη, τρόπο πατάς. Ἀπόλοιτο πρῶτα αὐτὸς Δια το τον ε τοκλες. 5 ΙΟ Πόσ Mr. Le Fevre was fo tranfported with this Ode, that he could not forbear crying out, Felix, ah ! nimium felix, cui Carmine tali Fluxit ab Aoniis vena beata jugis. Quid melius diftaret Amor, Rifufque, Focique, VE R. 5. Noble Birth has loft its Charms.] Propert. Your noble Birth can't plead the cause of Love. VER. 6. Wit no more the Heart alarms.] Ovid fays the fame. This is the Golden Age, all worship Gold; Honours are purchas'd, Love and Beauty fold; Should Noble Birth has loft its Charms, Wit no more the Heart alarms: Virtue pleads in vain for Love, Gold alone can Beauty move. Curft be He! ah, doubly curft! Who ador'd the Idol firft. Gold 'mongst Brothers fows Debate, Gold begets Paternal Hate, 5 Lights Should Homer come with his harmonious Train, Art of Love. VER. 8. Gold alone can Beauty move.] I no Inftructions to the Rich impart, Ovid. VE R. 11. Gold 'mong f Brothers Jows Debate.] Η φιλοχρημοστη μήτηρ κακότητΘ απάσης. Χρυσὸς ἀεὶ δόλΘ ὅτι καὶ ἄργυρο ἀνθρώποισι. Χρυσὲ κακῶν ἀρχηγές βιοφθόρε, πάντα χαλέπτων, Εἴθε σε μὴ θνητοῖσι γενέως τῆμα ποθεινόν. Σε δὲ ἕκητι μάχαι τε λεηλασίαι τε φόνοι τε, Εχθρο 5 τέκνα γονεῦσιν, ἀδελφειοί τε συναίμοις. Phocylides. The Πόλεμοι, φόνοι δι' αὐτόν. Τὸ ἢ χερον, Ὀλλύμεθα ΩΔΗ The worst of Ills from fordid Av'rice flow, We have a beautiful Imitation of this Ode by Tafso, in the First Scene of the Second A&t of his Amyntas. E veramente il fecol d'oro è questo, Dolcezze Dolcezze inamarifti; amor venale, Behold the Golden Age, ye Swains! May Curses on thy Ashes feize! Nor may thy Bones e'er welcome Peace! VER. 5 & 6. |