ANOTHER.

PAINTER, this likeness is too strong,

And we shall mourn the dead too long.

ANOTHER.

Ar threescore winters' end I died

A cheerless being, sole and sad;
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.

BY CALLIMACHUS.

Ar morn we plac'd on his funereal bier
Young Melanippus; and at eventide,

Unable to sustain a loss so dear,

By her own hand his blooming sister died.

Thus Aristippus mourn'd his noble race,
Annihilated by a double blow,

Nor son could hope, nor daughter more t'em

brace,

And all Cyrene sadden'd at his wo.

ON MILTIADES.

MILTIADES! thy valour best

(Although in every region known)

The men of Persia can attest,

Taught by thyself at Marathon.

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ON AN INFANT.

BEWAIL not much, my parents! me, the prey
Of ruthless Ades, and sepulchred here.

An infant, in my fifth scarce finish'd year,
He found all sportive, innocent, and gay,
Your young Callimachus; and if I knew
Not many joys, my griefs were also few,

1:

BY HERACLIDES.

IN Cnidus born, the consort I became

Of Euphron. Aretimias was my name.

His bed I shar'd, nor prov'd a barren bride,

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But bore two children at a birth, and died. One child I leave to solace and uphold Euphron hereafter, when infirm and old; And one, for his remembrance sake, I bear' To Pluto's realm, till he shall join me there.

I was of late a barren plant, 202 201
Useless, insignificant,iros ou szoph
Nor fig, nor grape, nor apple bore,
A native of the marshy shore volle aff

Of which my modicum I sip,
With narrow mouth and slender lip,
At once, although by nature dumb,
All eloquent I have become,

And speak with fluency untired,
As if by Phoebus' self inspired.

TO HEALTH.

ELDEST born of pow'rs divine!
Blest Hygeia! be it mine,

To enjoy what thou canst give,

And henceforth with thee to live:

For in pow'r if pleasure be,

Wealth, or num'rous progeny,
Or in amorous embrace,

Where no spy infests the place :
Or in aught that Heav'n bestows

To alleviate human woes,

When the wearied heart despairs

Of a respite from its cares;

These and ev'ry true delight

Flourish only in thy sight;

And the sister Graces Three

Owe, themselves, their youth to thee,
Without whom we may possess

Much, but never happiness.

ON THE ASTROLOGERS.

TH' Astrologers did all alike

presage

My uncle's dying in extreme old age;

One only disagreed. But he was wise,

And spoke not, till he heard the fun'ral cries.

ON AN OLD WOMAN.

MYCILLA dyes her locks 'tis said;

But 'tis a foul aspersion;

She buys them black; they therefore need
No subsequent immersion.