Cernunt effigiem, dies tenebris Vifa horrefcere publicifque pompa Defleri lacrymis: canente nullâ Io voce Triumphe, victor orbis Solus fecum ovat: ultimum fuorum Mavult Roma dolere; CESARIque Minor gloria quam fuit CATONI. Hunc tu foveris: hic tuos, Britanni Quifquis nomine gaudeas, moveto Plaufus. Non potuit CATO ille Major Urbem ferre fcientiâ inquinatam Græca; Gallica nos fatis theatra, Fractæque ex Italo ore cantilenæ Ceperunt; fapiat fibi, atque fcena Æftu jam patrio fremat: Britannis Ifthæc fabula convenit, feverus Quam non ipfe CATO audiens ruberet. SONG. COME here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be That boaft'ft to love as well as me; And, if thy breast have felt so wide a wound, Come hither and thy flame approve : I'll teach thee what it is to love, And by what marks true passion may be found. It is to do all this, and think thy fufferings sweet. * SHAKSPEARE has given us fimilar characteristics of this passion : It is to be made all of fighs and tears ; It is to be all made of faith and fervice; It is to be made all of fantasy, All made of paffion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty and obfervance ; IMITATED. I. FERRE parem noftris qui te, puer, ignibus ignem Jactas-fi caleat quis tamen igne pari; Infelix, tua vota refer: referam ipse viciffim, Quid fit Amor; pateat qualibus ille notis. II. Eft-unum in totos rifum depafcier annos; Est-solvi in lacrymas; fundere vota, preces: Ante pedes femper volvi et languere puellæ ; Si fugit illa, fequi-fic cupere ufque fequi. All humbleness, all patience and impatience; AS YOU LIKE IT, act In a French writer we find a parallel defcription: + Brama affai, poco fpera, nulla chiede. Le Taffe. v. fc. 2. It is to gaze upon her eyes With eager joy and fond surprise Yet temper'd with such chafte and awful fear, As wretches feel who wait their doom; Nor must one ruder thought presume, Though but in whifpers breath'd, to meet her car. It is to hope, though hope were loft, Though Heaven and earth thy wishes cross'd; Though fhe were bright as fainted queens above, And thou the leaft and meanest swain That folds his flock upon the plain, Yet-if thou dar'ft not hope-thou doft not love. It is to quench thy joy in tears, To nurse strange thoughts and groundless fears; If pangs of jealoufy thou haft not prov'd, Though she were fonder and more true Than any nymph old poets drew, O never dream again that thou haft lov'd. Est-spe dimissà, non desperare; resistant Illa licèt Venerem fuperet, tuque infimus, acris Eft-lacrymas inter gaudere, et gaudia luctu Miscere; eft pactâ contremere usque fide: Namque licèt caftâ fit caftior illa Dianâ, Ni fic horrueris-non tibi notus Amor. |