"Ifnatch'd his foul, which true to me did prove : "Age ended yours, death only stopp'd my love." If any poor remains furvive the flames,
Except thin fhadows, and more empty names;
Free in Elyfium shall Tibullus rove,
Nor fear a fecond death fhould crofs his love.
There fhall Catullus, crown'd with bays, impart
To his far dearer friend his open heart:
There Gallus (if Fame's hundred tongues all ye)
Shall, free from cenfure, no more rashly die.
Such fhall our poet's bleft companions be,
And in their deaths, as in their lives, agree.
But thou, rich urn, obey my strict commands,
Guard thy great charge from facrilegious hands.
Thou, Earth, Tibullus' afhes gently use,
And be as foft and eafy as his Muse.
Englished from a Greek Idyllium.
RIGHT Star! by Venus fix'd above
To rule the happy realms of love;
Who in the dewy rear of day,
Advancing thy distinguish'd ray,
Doft other lights as far out-fhine
'As Cynthia's filver glories thine;
Known by fuperior beauty there,
As much as Paftorella here.