OVID'S METAMORPHOSE S. BOOK XV. THE STORY OF CIPPUS. OR as when Cippus in the current view'd The fhooting horn that on his forehead flood, If this portent be profperous, O decree Rome waits thy nod, unwilling to be free, Than e'er the capitol should stile me lord. This spoke, he hides with leaves his omen'd head; Two horns (moft ftrange to tell) his temples crown; Your gates he might have enter'd; but this arm The anxious throng look'd down, and, fad in thought, That, fince in Rome thyfelf forbids thy ftay, The plough-share can surround, the labour of a day. And Rome's rich posts shall shine with horns of gold. To the Duchefs of Bolton, on her staying all the winter in the country To the Earl of Godolphin On her Majesty's Statue in St. Paul's Church- yard Prologue to the Mufick-meeting in York- Prologue to the Cornish Squire, a Comedy Anacreontic Epiftle to Mr. Gay, on his Poems ibid. To the Merry Poetafter at Sadlers-hall, in The Earl of Godolphin to Dr. Garth, upon OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. |