None but a GARRICK can, O bard divine! He best can tell it, for he feels it most. Bleft bard! thy fame through every age shall grow, And half thy SHAKESPEAR'S fame to thee is due: How impotent his ftrength, how faint his fire! Thus the sweet pipe, mute in itself, no found Inspire with animating breath the wood, Wak'd into voice, it pours its tuneful strains, And harmony divine enchants the plains. Quod fpiro, et placeo, fi placeo, tuum eft.- Hor. On On the Birth-Day of SHAKESPEAR. A CENTO. Taken from his Works. By the Same. Natura ipfa valere, et mentis viribus excitari, et quafi quodam divino fpiritu afflari. EACE to this meeting, PEACE CICERO. Joy and fair time, health and good wishes! Now, worthy friends, the caufe why we are met, Is in celebration of the day that gave The most replenished fweet work of nature, To hold thy mirror up, and give the time Its very Each aged ear plays truant at his tales, (His noble blood enchaff'd) as the rude wind, To Royalty, unlearn'd; honour untaught; A combination and a form indeed, Where every God did feem to fet his feal. Heav'n has him now-yet let our idolatrous fancy To the last fyllable of recorded time: For if we take him but for all in all, We ne'er fhall look upon his like again. L An ODE to SCULPTURE. ED by the Mufe, my step pervades The facred haunts, the peaceful fhades Where Art and Sculpture reign: The living stones in order stand, And marble breathe through every vein! "And what avails my dart, he cries, "Since these can animate the dead? "Since wak'd to mimic life, again in stone Fast fix'd their looks, erect their mien. Ah! fee he droops his languid head! What starting nerves, what dying pain, What horror freezes every vein! These are thy works, O Sculpture! thine to fhew In rugged rock a feeling fenfe of woe. • Socrates, who was condemned to die by poison. Seneca, born at Corduba, who, according to Pliny, was orator, poet, and philofopher. He bled to death in the bath. Yet Yet not alone fuch themes demand The Phydian stroke, the Dadal hand; A fofter scene of grief display'd, While from her breast the duteous maid In pitying stone she weeps, to fee His fqualid hair, and galling chains : While every look, and forrowing feature prove с Lo! there the wild Affyrian queen, With threat'ning brow, and frantic mien! While fury sparkles in her eyes. • Semiramis, cum ei circa cultum capitis fui occupatæ nunciatum effet Babylonem defeciffe; alterâ parte crinium adhuc folutâ protinus ad eam expugnandam cucurrit: nec prius decorem capillorum in ordinem quam tantam urbem in poteftatem fuam redegit: quocircà ftatua ejus Babylone pofita eft, &c. Val. Max. de Ira. She |