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Nec mora, nec requies; fed adhuc geminantur cundo,
Et quæque hora novos usque addit & usque dolores.
Dum tandem longocurarum pondere cani,
Otia venantes nequicquam, effætaque membra
Jam fracti, laceræ vitium commune senectæ
Ploramus, miroque volubilis ordine vitæ
Ad stadium infantile rotante revertimur ævo.
Discimus hinc quid Vita hominum est; hesterna recentes
Protulit ex Utero nudos, nudolque fepulcro
Crastina Lux referet; nempe hæc ad munera natos,
Luctu animam vexare, & tædia ferre, Morique.

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Quid varias memorem clades, quibus Ille laborat, Quas timet Hic, capiti misero jam jamque minantes? Quid deformem Urfam, rabidumque per arva Leonem Grassantem, sparfas pecudes, cæfumque magistrum: Obscuras nemorum ambages, fluviosque profundos, Pendentesque immane minaci vertice rupes? Quid Pestem indomitam, quæ late incedit aperto Marte furens, medioque die spatiata per auras Diffundit mortem populis: Tacitamve Sagittam, Obscura quæ nocte levi secat æthera lapsu, Atra venena trahens, pallentefque inficit umbras.

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And sadly finding each progressive Hour
Heighten their Number, and augment their Pow'r:
'Till by one countess Sum of Woes opprest,
Hoary with Cares, and Ignorant of Rest,
We find the vital Springs relax'd and worn:
Compell'd our common Impotence to mourn;
Thus, thro' the Round of Age, to Childhood We return
Reflecting find, that naked from the Womb
We yesterday came forth; that in the Tomb
Naked again We must To-morrow lye,
Born to lament, to labor, and to dye.

Pass We the Ills, which each Man feels or dreads,
The Weight or fall'n, or hanging o'er our Heads;
The Bear, the Lyon, Terrors of the Plain,
The Sheepfold fcatter'd, and the Shepherd slain;
The frequent Errors of the pathless Wood,
The giddy Precipice, and the dang'rous Flood:
The noisome Pest'lence, that in open War
Terrible, marches thro' the Mid-day Air, •: 'v

And scatters Death; the Arrow that by Night
Cuts the dank Mist, and fatal wings it's Flight;
Sæpe una densæque nives imbresque coacti
Se glomerant, altisque a montibus agmine facto,
Præcipiti lætas populantur gurgite valles.
Sæpe etiam nitidis vermes genus omne voraces
In campis dominantur, & occupat undique plenas
Hospes edax fruges; vanas incusat aristas
Agricola, atque inopi marcescit languidus anno.

Quid lentos referam morbos, acresque dolores,
Qui carpunt fragiles repetitis ictibus artus?
Sanguineo ut cursu laceratos Calculus asper
Excruciat renes! ut aquoso frigidus humor
It capite, abfumens cunctanti tabe vigorem,
Et vitæ fontem paulatim exhaurit eundo!
Quas Febris calor indomitus, quas sæva Podagra
Exercet furias! longoque ut debilis ævo
Obruitur Natura; atque omnibus atra Senectus
Una malis gravior, claudo pede languida repit:
Dum gemitum afliduum & longos finire dolores
Mors venerata negat; lectoque abscedit acerbo
Surda Quies, vanos misereri nescia planclus.

Nequicquam egregiæ Virgo pulcherrima formæ
Languenti dare blanda Seni solatia quærit;

Cum The billowing Snow, and Violence of the Show's,

That from the Hills disperse their dreadful Store,

And o'er the Vales collected Ruin pour;

The Worm that gnaws the ripening Fruit, fad Guest,

Canker or Locust hurtful to infest

The Blade; while Husks elude the Tiller's Care,

And Eminence of Want distinguisties the Year.

Pass we the slow Disease, and subtil Pain, Which our weak Frame is destin'd to sustain; The cruel Stone, with congregated War Tearing his bloody Way; the cold Catarrh, With frequent Impulse, and continue! Strife, Weak'ning the wasted Seats of irksome Life; The Gout's fierce Rack, the burning Feaver's Rage, The fad Experience of Decay; and Age, Her self the sorest 111; while Death, and Ease, Oft and in vain invok'd, or to appease, Or end the Grief, with hasty Wings recede From the vext Patient, and the sickly Bed.

Nought shall it profit, that the charming Fair, Angelic, softest Work of Heav'n, draws near

Cum tremula incerto quatitur, jam non sua, motu
Dextera; nec domini votis respondet, amoris
Impar officiis, placidi neque conscia tactus.
Nil faciet pulsata chelys, nil dulcia quondam
Fila lyræ; nec molle melos, nec læta juvabit
Fabula, cum celeri jam volvier agmine sanguis
Destitit, auriculæque ingrato frigore torpent.
Mons viridi hie surgit clivo, Vallisque nitentem
Ridet picta sinum, quem lucidus alluit amnis:
Illic cæruleos fluctus canentia volvunt
Æquora, splendid ulæque micant in littore testæ:
Sed varios frustra mi feet Natura colores,
Cum languent hebetatæ acies, oculosque natantes
Atra premit nubes. Abeunti nocte refulget
Alma dies: spissi descendunt largius imbres,
Seque iterum scindunt nebulæ & diffunditur æther.
At Vetulum extincto palantem lumine nullæ
Jam poterunt recreare Vices; non aurea Solis
Lampas, non Lunæ nitor, & quæ plurima cœlo
Stellula scintillat, miserum solantur; iniqua
Nox cingit, tristesque urgent sine fine tenebræ.

En! ubi succumbit sævæ miseranda Senectæ Victima! languentes oculos, dextramque trementem

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