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Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitofque receffus,
Se rapit in partes gens animofa duas;
Hic fibi regales Amaryllis candida cultûs,
Illic purpureo vindicat ore Rofa.


Ira Rofam et meritis quæfita fuperbia tangunt, Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda finû,

Dum fibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatûm, Jufque fuum, multo carmine fulta, probat. IV.

Altior emicat illa, et celfo vertice nutat,

Ceu flores inter non habitura parem, Faftiditque alios, et nata videtur in ufûs Imperii, fceptrum, Flora quod ipfe gerat.


Nec Dea non fenfit civilis murmura rixæ,
Cui curæ eft pictas pandere ruris opes.
Deliciafque fuas nunquam non prompta tueri,
Dum licet et locus eft, ut tucatur, adeft.


Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,

Et tibi, principibus qui folet cffe, color,

Et donec vincat quædam formofior ambas,
Et tibi reginæ nomen, et efto tibi.


His ubi fedatus furor eft, petit utraque nympham,
Qualem inter Veneres Anglia fola parit;
Hanc penésimperium eft,nihil optant amplius, hujus
Regnant in nitidis, et fine lite, genis.



A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long
Had cheer'd the village with his fong,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking eagerly around,
He fpied far off, upon the ground,
A fomething fhining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his fpark;
So, ftooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.
The worm, aware of his intent,

Harangu'd him thus, right eloquent—

Did you admire my lamp, quoth he,
As much as I your minstrelsy,

You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your fong;
For 'twas the self-same pow'r divine
Taught you to fing, and me to shine;
That you with mufic, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night.
The fongfter heard his fhort oration,
And, warbling out his approbation,
Releas'd him, as my story tells,
And found a fupper fomewhere else.
Hence jarring fectaries may learn
Their real int'reft to difcern;

That brother should not war with brother,

And worry and devour each other;

But fing and fbine by fweet confent,
Till life's poor tranfient night is spent,
Refpecting in each other's cafe

The gifts of nature and of grace.

Thofe Chriftians beft deferve the name Who ftudiously make peace their aim; Peace, both the duty and the prize Of him that creeps and him that flies.


O MATUTINI rores, auræque falubres,
O nemora, et læta rivis felicibus herbæ,
Graminei colles, et amænæ in vallibus umbræ!
Fata modò dederint quas olim in rure paterno
Delicias, procul arte, procul formidine novi,
Quam vellem ignotus, quod mens mea femper


Ante larem proprium placidam expectare fene&tam,
Tum demùm, exactis non infeliciter annis,
Sortiri tacitum lapidem, aut fub cespite condi!




TIME was when I was free as air,

The thiftles downy feed my fare,

My drink the morning dew;
I perch'd at will on ev'ry fpray,
My form genteel, my plumage gay,
My ftrains for ever new.


But gaudy plumage, fprightly ftrain,

And form genteel, were all in vain,

And of a tranfient date;

For, caught and cag'd, and ftarv'd to death,
In dying fighs my little breath

Soon pafs'd the wiry grate.


Thanks, gentle fwain, for all my woes,

And thanks for this effectual clofe

And cure of ev'ry ill!

More cruelty could none exprefs;
And I, if you had fhown me less,
Had been your pris'ner ftill.


THE pine-apples, in triple row,

Were basking hot, and all in blow;

A bee of most discerning tafte

Perceiv'd the fragrance as he pafs'd,

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