Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, 140 145 150 To ftrow the laureat herfe where Lycid lies. For fo to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilft thee the fhores, and founding feas Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, 155 160 Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, 165 For Lycidas your forrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So finks the day-star in the ocean bed, And And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where other groves and other ftreams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 175 That fing, and finging in their glory move, 180 185 Thus fang the uncouth fwain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with fandals gray, He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the fun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay; At last he rofe, and twitch'd his mantle blue: To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. 190 XVIII. The Fifth ODE* of HORACE, Lib. I. "Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa," Rendered almoft word for word without rhyme, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit. W HAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors Courts thee on roses in fome pleasant cave, Pyrrha ? for whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he On faith and changed Gods complain, and feas Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales To whom thou untry'd seem'ft fair. Me in Picture the facred wall declares t' have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the ftern God of fea. *Firft added in the edition of 1673. 10 my vow'd 15 Ad Ad PYRRHAM. ODE V. Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat esse miferos. Q UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofa Cui flavam religas comam Emirabitur infolens! Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Qui femper vacuam femper amabilem Fallacis Miferi quibus M 4 XIX. On the new Forcers of Confcience under the Long PARLIAMENT *. BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, And with ftiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy, From them whofe fin ye envied, not abhorr'd, To force our confciences, that Christ set free, 5 Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford? By shallow Edwards and Scotch what-d’ye-call: tricks, Your plots and packing, worse than those of Trent, That fo the Parliament May with their wholesome and preventive shears Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears, And fuccour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Prefbyter is but Old Priest writ large. This alfo was firft added in the edition of 1673. 20 SONNET S. |