No friendly moon or stars appear To guide their steerage to the fhore: And Medes, that wear majestic by their fide 20 A full-charg'd quiver's decent pride, Gladly with thee would pafs inglorious days, Renounce the warrior's tempting praise, And buy thee, if thou might be fold, With gems, and purple vefts, and ftores of plunder'd gold. III. 25 But neither boundless wealth, nor guards that wait Around the conful's honour'd gate, Nor anti-chambers with attendants fill'd, The mind's unhappy tumults can abate, Or banish fullen cares, that fly Across the gilded rooms of ftate, And their foul nefts, like fwallows, build 30 Close to the palace-roofs, and towers that pierce the ky. And happier lives the homely fwain, Nor knows the fordid luft of gain, 35 40 IV. Vain man! that in a narrow space At endless game projects the daring fpear! 45, To diftant climates, and a foreign air? Fool! from thyfelf thou canst not fly, Thyfelf, the fource of all thy care. So flies the wounded stag, provok'd with pain, Bounds o'er the fpacious downs in vain ; The feather'd torment sticks within his fide, And from the fmarting wound a purple tide Marks all his way with blood, and dyes the graffsy plain. V. But fwifter far is, execrable Care 53 Than ftags, or winds that through the skies 55 Thick-driving fnows and gather'd tempests bear; Purfuing Care the failing fhip out-flies, -Climbs the tall veffel's painted fides; Nor leaves arm'd fquadrons in the field, But with the marching horsemen rides, And dwells alike in courts and camps, and makes all places yield. VI. Then, fince no ftate's compleatly bleft, With gentle mirth, and wifely gay And leave to fate the reft. 60 65 Nor Nor with vain fear of ills to come Anticipate the appointed doom. The hero fell by fudden death; 70 While Tithon to a tedious wafting age And thus old partial Time, my friend, Thofe hours of lengthen'd life may Which he'll refuse to thee. VII. lend, 75 Thee fhining wealth and plenteous joys furround, And, all thy fruitful fields around, Unnumber'd herds of cattle ftray. 80 Thy harness'd steeds with sprightly voice Make neighbouring vales and hills rejoice, While fmoothly thy gay chariot flies o'er the fwift meafur'd way. To me the stars, with less profufion kind, An humble Fortune have affign'd, And no untuneful Lyric vein, But a fincere contented mind, That can the vile malignant crowd disdain. 85 THE THE BIRTH OF THE ROSE. FROM THE ON FRENCH. NCE, on a folemn festal day Flora had fummon'd all the Deities Ye fhining graces of my courtly train, The Deities that flood around, At first return'd a murmuring found; 10 15 20 The 5 The vileft thiftle that infests the plain Will think his tawdry painted pride Deferves the crown; and, if deny'd, Perhaps with traitor-plots moleft your reign. Vain are your fears, Flora reply'd, 'Tis fix'd and hear how I'll the caufe decide. Deep in a venerable wood, Where Oaks, with vocal fkill endued, A lovely wood-nymph once did dwell. 25 30 35 A Dryad bore the beauteous nymph, a Sylvan was her fire. Chafte, wife, devout, the ftill obey'd With humble zeal heaven's dread commands, 40 To every action afk'd our aid, And oft before our altars pray'd; Pure was her heart, and undefil'd her hands. She's dead and from her sweet remains The wondrous mixture I would take, 45 This much defir'd, this perfect flower to make. Affift, and thus, with our transforming pains, We'll dignify the garden-beds, and grace our favourite plains. Th |