When, embarrass'd with baubles and Thou'rt fet out fo enormously fine, Over-doing thy purpose destroys, toys, And to please thou haft too much defign: What sweetness in natural fmiles, Thee Nature with beauty has clad, ANACREON. IN ANACRE ON. ODE III. Tranflated by the Same. the dead of the night, when with labour opprefs'd All mortals enjoy the calm bleffing of rest, Cupid knock'd at my door, I awoke with the noise, And "Who is it (I call'd) that my sleep thus destroys?" "You need not be frighten'd, he answered mild, "Let me in; I'm a little unfortunate child; ""Tis a dark rainy night; and I'm wet to the skin; "And my way I have loft; and do, pray, let me in.” I was mov'd with compaffion; and striking a light, I ftirr❜d up my fire, and close by its fide I chaf'd him all over, kept out the cold air, He He from wet and from cold was no sooner at ease, But taking his bow up, he faid, "If you please "We will try it; I would by experiment know "If the wet hath not damag'd the ftring of my bow." Forthwith from his quiver an arrow he drew, To the ftring he apply'd it, and twang went the yew; Away skipp'd the urchin, as brifk as a bee, And laughing, "I wish you much joy friend, quoth he: My bow is undamag'd, for true went the dart; "But you will have trouble enough with your heart." XXXXXXXXXXXX*XXXXXXXXXXXX An Imitation of HORACE, Book III. Ode 2. Anguftam amice, &c. By Mr. TITLEY, to Dr. BENTLEY. E that would great in science grow, HE By whom bright Virtue is ador'd, At first must be content to know An humble roof, an homely board. With want, and rigid college laws Let him her envied praises tell, And all his eloquence disclose The fierce endeavours to repel, And still the tumult of her foes. Him early form'd, and season'd young, Like Parthians at the Roman spear. Grim death, th' inevitable lot Which fools and cowards ftrive to Ay, Is with a noble pleasure fought By him who dares for truth to die. With pureft luftre of her own Nor as the vulgar fmile or frown Advances now, and now declines. A glorious A glorious and immortal prize, She on her hardy fon bestows, She fhews him heaven, and bids him rife, Though pain, and toil, and death oppose: With lab'ring flight he wings th' obstructed way, Leaving both common fouls and common clay. A Reply to a Copy of Verfes made in Imitation of Book III. Ode 2. of HORACE. Anguftam amice pauperiem pati, &c. And fent by Mr. TITLEY to Dr. BENTLEY. WH By Dr. BENTLEY. HO strives to mount Parnaffus' hill, Who |