VI.

This verfe little polifh'd, though mighty fincere,
Sets neither his titles nor merit to view;
It fays that his relicks collected lie here,

And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true.
VII.

Fierce robbers there are that infeft the highway,
So Mat may be kill'd, and his bones never found;
False witness at court, and fierce tempefts at fea,
So Mat may yet chance to be hang'd, or be drown'd.
VIII.

If his bones lie in earth, roll in fea, fly in air,

To fate we must yield, and the thing is the fame. And if paffing thou giv'st him a smile, or a tear, He cares not — yet pr'ythee be kind to his fame.

GUALTERUS DANISTONUS ad Amicos.

DU

UM ftudeo fungi fallentis munere vitæ,
Adfectoque viam fedibus Elyfiis,

Aretoa florens Sophiâ, Samifque fuperbus.
Difcipulis, animaş morte carere cano.
Has ego corporibus profugas ad fidera mitto;
Sideraque ingreffis otia blanda dico;
Qualia conveniunt Divis, queis fata volebant
Vitai faciles molliter ire vias:

Vinaque Coelicolis media inter gaudia libo;
Et me quid majus fufpicor effe viro.
Sed fuerint nulli forfan, quos fpondeo, cœli ;
Nullaque fint Ditis numina, nulla Jovis :

Fabula

Fabula fit terris agitur quæ vita relictis ;
Quique fuperftes, Homo; qui nihil, efto Deus.
Attamen effe hilares, & inanes mittere curas
Proderit, ac vitæ commoditate frui,
Et feftos agitâffe dies, ævique fugacis
Tempora perpetuis detinuiffe jocis.
His me parentem præceptis occupet Orcus,

Et Mors; feu Divum, feu nihil, effe velit:
Nam Sophia ars illa eft, quæ fallere fuaviter horas
Admonet, atque Orci non timuiffe minas.

IMITATE D.

STUDIOUS the bufy moments to deceive,
That fleet between the cradle and the grave,
I credit what the Grecian dictates say,

And Samian founds o'er Scotia's hills convey.
When mortal man refigns his tranfient breath,
The body only I give o'er to death;

The parts diffolv'd and broken frame I mourn :
What came from earth I fee to earth return.
The immaterial part, th' æthereal foul,
Nor can change vanquish, nor can death controul.
Glad I release it from its partner's cares;
And bid good angels waft it to the stars.
Then in the flowing bowl I drown those fighs,
Which, fpite of wisdom, from our weakness rise.
The draught to the dead's memory I commend,
And offer to thee now, immortal friend.

But

But if, oppos'd to what my thoughts approve,
Nor Pluto's rage there be, nor power of Jove;
On its dark fide if thou the profpect take;
Grant all forgot beyond black Lethe's lake ;
In total death fuppofe the mortal lie,
No new hereafter, nor a future sky:

Yet bear thy lot content; yet cease to grieve:
Why, ere death comes, doft thou forbear to live?
The little time thou haft, 'twixt inftant now
And Fate's approach, is all the Gods allow :
And of this little haft thou aught to fpare
To fad reflection, and corroding care?
The moments past, if thou art wise, retrieve
With pleasant memory of the blifs they gave.
The prefent hours in prefent mirth employ,
And bribe the future with the hopes of joy :
The future (few or more, howe'er they be)
Were deftin'd erft; nor can by Fate's decree
Be now cut off, betwixt the grave and thee.

The First HYMN of CALLIMACHUS. To JUPIT E R.

WHILE we to Jove felect the holy victim,

Whom apter fhall we fing, than Jove himself,

The God for ever great, for ever king;

Who flew the Earth-born Race, and measures Right To Heaven's great habitants? Dictaan hear'ft thou More joyful, or Lycæan, long difpute

VOL. II.

And

And various thought has trac'd. On Ida's mount,
Or Dicte, studious of his country's praise,
The Cretan boafts thy natal place: but oft'
He meets reproof defervid: for he prefump:uous
Has built a tomb for thee, who never know'st
To die, but liv'ft the fame to-day and ever.
Arcadian therefore be thy birth: Great Rhea,
Pregnant to high Parrhafia's cliffs retir'd;
And wild Lycæus, black with fhading pines :
'Holy retreat! fithence no female hither,
Confcious of focial love and nature's rites,
Muft dare approach, from the inferior reptile
To woman, form divine. There the bleft parent
Ungirt her fpacious bofom, and discharg'd

The ponderous birth; fhe fought a neighbouring (pring
To wash the recent babe; in vain: Arcadia,
(However ftreamy) now aduft and dry,

Deny'd the Goddess water; where deep Melas
And rocky Cratis flow, the chariot smoak'd,
Obscure with rising duft: the thirsty traveler
In vain requir'd the current, then imprison'd
In fubterraneous caverns: forefts grew
Upon the barren hollows, high o'erfhading
The haunts of favage beafts, where now Iaon
And Erimanth incline their friendly urns.

Thou too, O Earth, great Rhea faid, bring forth;
And short fhall be thy pangs. She faid; and high
She rear'd her arm, and with her fceptre ftruck
The yawning cliff: from its difparted height
Adown the mount the gushing torrent ran,

And

And chear'd the vallies: there the heavenly mother
Bath'd, mighty king, thy tender limbs: fhe wrapt thein
In purple bands: The gave the precious pledge
To prudent Neda, charging her to guard thee,
Careful and fecret; Neda, of the nymphs
That tended the great birth, next Philyre
And Styx, the eldeft. Smiling, she receiv'd thee,
And, confcious of the grace, abfolv'd her truft:
Not unrewarded; fince the river boré

The favourite virgin's name; fair Neda rolls
By Leprion's ancient walls, a fruitful stream.
Faft by her flowery bank the fons of Arcas,
Favourites of Heaven, with happy care protect
Their fleecy charge; and joyous drink her wave.
Thee, God, to Cnoffus Neda brought; the nymphs
And Corybantes thee, their facred charge,
Receiv'd: Adrafte rock'd thy golden cradle :
The goat, now bright amidst her fellow-ftars,
Kind Amalthea, reach'd her teat diftent
With milk, thy early food: the fedulous bee
Diftill'd her honey on thy purple lips.

Around, the fierce Curetes (order folemn
To thy fore-knowing mother!) trod tumultuous
Their myftic dance, and chang'd their founding arms;
Induftrious with the warlike din to quell

Thy infant cries, and mock the ear of Saturn:
Swift growth and wondrous grace, O heavenly Jove,
Waited thy blooming years: inventive wit,
And perfect judgement, crown'd thy youthful act.