To make a good fire of dry wood, when come From his hard labour weary home; The wanton cattle in their booths to tie, Stripping their stradling udders dry, Drawing the inust from forth the cleanly vats, To wash down their unpurchas'd cates; Mullet or thornback cannot please me more, Nor oysters from the Lucrine shore, When by an eastern tempest they are tost, Into the sea, that sweeps this coast. The turkey fair of Afric shall not come, Within the confines of my womb : As olives from the fruitfull'st branches got, Or kid redeem'd from the wolf's prey. T'he pastur'd sheep haste to their fold! And th' wearied ox with drooping neck to come Haling th' inverted culture home; And swarms of servants from their labour quit About the shining fire sit! Thus when the usurer Alphius had said, Now purposing this life to lead, I'th' Ides call'd in his money; but for gain HORAT. ODE IX. LIB. S. AD LYDIAM. HOR. WHILST I was acceptable unto thee, And that no other youthful arm might cling About thy snowy neck, than mine more free, More blest I flourish'd than the Persian king. LYD. And, for no other woman's beauty, when [come Thou sigh'dst; and when thy Chloe did not Before thy Lydia, thy Lydia then Flourish'd more fam'd than Ilia of Rome. HOR. Now Thracian Chloe is my only dear, If gentle fate my soul in her would spare. LYD. The son of Ornithus the Thurine, me With equal violence of heat doth move: For whom, with all my heart, I twice would die, So fate would spare the gentle boy, my love. HOR. What if our friendship should renew, And link our loves in a more lasting chain? Yellow-hair'd Chloe should I slight for you, Should my access to thee be free again? LYD. Though than a glorious star he is more bright, To be best pleas'd with thine own state, Neither to wish, nor fear thy fate. DE FORTUNA; AN SIT CŒCA. ID. LIB. VIII. EP. 3. AD MUSAM. Ir was enough five, six, seven books to fill, I shall be read, and travellers that come Tell me, how would'st thou spend thy vacant time? EPIG. EX JOHANN. SECUNDO. WHY do they speak the goddess Fortune blind? OUT OF ASTREA. MADRIGAL. I THINK I could my passion sway, I cannot; or I do not love. But to pretend another flame, Since I adore thy conqu'ring eye, If I must one, or th' other do, STANZES UPON THE DEATH OF CLEON: ID. LIB. VIII. EP. 35. SINCE y'are alike in manners, and in life, ID. LIB. VIII. EP. 59. IN VACERRAM, Bur antique poets thou admirest none, ID. LIB. VIII. EP. 41. SAD Athenagoras nought presents me now, Pll see: I'm sure that he has made me so. ID. LIB. XII. EP. 7. DE LIGIA. Jr by her hairs Ligia's age be told, 'Tis soon cast up, that she is three years old. OUT OF ASTREA. THE beauty which so soon to cinders turn'd, So great this beauty was, and so short-liv'd, Those eyes, so practis'd once in all the arts, That loyal love attempted, or e'er knew: Those fair eyes now are shut, that once the hearts Of all that saw their lustre, did subdue. If this be true, beauty is ravish'd hence, Is, if she live not in my bosom, dead. Since death, this abstract of all joy has won ; Since shadows do the substance still attend, And that our good does but our ill fore-run ? It seems, my Cleon, in thy rising morn, That destiny thy whole day's course had bound, And that thy beauty, dead, as soon as born, Its fatal hearse has in its cradle found. No, no, thou shalt not die; I death will prove, Who life by thy sweet inspiration drew; If lovers live in that which doth them love, Thou liv'st in me, who ever lov'd most true. If I do live, love then will have it known, That even death itself he can controul, Or, as a god, to have his power shown, Will that I live without or heart, or soul. But, Cleon, if Heav'n's unresisted will 'Point thee, of death th' inhuman fate to try, Love to that fate equals my fortune still, Thou by my mourning, by thy death I die, Thus did I my immortal sorrows breathe, [woe; Mine eyes to fountains turn'd of springing But could not stay the wounding hand of death; Lament; but not lessen misfortune so. When Love with me having bewail'd the loss Of this sweet beanty, thus much did express, "Cease, cease to weep, this mourning is too gross, Our tears are still than our misfortune less." SONG OF THE INCONSTANT HYLAS. Since time, that first saw their original, Must triumph in their end, and victor be, Let's have a brave design, and to be free, Cut off at once the briar, rose, and all. Let us put out the fire love has begot, OUT OF ASTREA. If one disdain me, then I fly They err who hope by force to move Which we, when once we quit our rooms, The faithful fool that obstinate That from his pow'rless idol, never To what design so e'er 't relate, As though the lover's sophistry Or rather fool that thinks amiss, And never angry am at all At them who me inconstant call. SONNET. OUT OF ASTREA SINCE I must now eradicate the flame, STANZES DE MONSIEUR DE SCUDERY. FAIR nymph, by whose perfections mov'd, My wounded heart is turn'd to flame; By all admired, by all approv'd, Indure at least to be belov'd, Although you will not love again. What is there that you ought to fear? Why the reproach may you not hear? If friendship for me you have none; When you most rigorous do prove, And I am more and more in love. Ah! let me, sweet, your sight enjoy, Though with the forfeit of my life; Than absent, of a ling'ring grief, "Tis brave to tumble from the sky. Yet I would any thing embrace, Might serve your anger to appease ; If (cruel) you will have it so, No word my passion shall betray; My wounded heart shall hide its woe: But if it sigh, those sighs will blow, And tell you what my tongue would say, say FROM CAVALIER GUARINI. EPITAPH DE MONSIEUR MAYNARD. FOCO DI SDEGXO. Joun, who below here reposes at leisure, MADRICAL, By pilf'ring on all hands, did rake up a treasure Fair and false, I burn 'lis true, Above what he e'er could have hop'd for himself; But by love am no ways moved; He was master of much, but imported to no man; Since your falsehood renders you So unfit to be beloved, May triumph it in iny smart; That I now have curd my heart. And that still I live in pain. Only to show how he at home, With another flame I burn; Lies in a princely bed of state, Not with love; but with disdain. Adorn'd with pictures of Vandike's, RISPOSTA DEL TASTO. Burn or frerze at thine own pleasure, Thou art free to love, or no; 'Tis as little loss, as treasure, Whether thou be'st iriead or foc. Who to threaten are so vain, And less value thy disdain. That now only lives by his shifts, If to love 'twas ever bootless, By borrowing of dribblets, and gifts, And neglected was the smart: For a forlorn guinca I lent him last day, The disdains will be as fruitless, Which I was assured he never would pay; Of thy Gickle hollow heart. To give me a note of bis band. WINTCR. See how he riots on the shore ; And witli expanded wings outstretch, Hark, how the routed waves complain, und call for succour to the main, To creep into the continent. Are met to war against the food, Mere lies a great load of extr'ordinary merit, Which seein surpris'd, and have not yet Who taught us to know e'er he did hence depart, Had time his levies to complete. That a man may well live without any heart, And die (which is strange !) without rend'ring his The beaten bark, her rudder lost, Is on the rolling billows tost; Her top-mast tilts against the Moon. 'Tis strange! the pilot keeps his seat; Whilst the poor passengers are found, In their own fears already drown'd. In Clora's eyes, or in my breast? Now fins do serve for wings, and bear When I do behold her rays, Their scaly squadrons through the air; I conclude it in her face: Whilst the air's inbabitants do stain Their gaudy plumage in the main. Now stars conceal'd in clouds do peep Into the secrets of the deep; And lobsters spued from the brine, With Cancer constellations sbine. Let me beg without oftence, Sure Neptune's watery kingdoms yet Thou wilt shift thy residence, Since first their corral graves were set, And erect thyself a nest W'ere ne'er disturb'd with such alarme, In my eyes, and in her breast. Nor had such trial of their armısı MADRIGAL. FROM CAVALIER GUARINI. 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