42 3. I've no claw nor tyger-eye, I'm no Lybian lion I, Pursuing, fnatcht from tender dam, Cruel lacerating, lamb. 4. Cease at length thy vain alarms, I. Ó DE XXIV. To VIRGIL, On the Death of QUINTILIUS Varus, Addreffed to the Memory of Mr. R. CLAY, of LIVERPOOL. Quis, defiderio fit pudor aut modus WHA HAT fhame, or bound, in lofs fo dear, Melpomenè the dirge begin, Heaven-blefs'd, the deepest of the nine, 2. Alas! our dear Quintilius lies a 5 • Κείται Πατροκλος, ΤΟ 15 * When will ye fhew, in fons of men, 3. A Thousand weeping o'er his pall, Vain-pious bending o'er his urn 4. Tho' fweeter than Orphéan mood, And lure the lift'ning woods, 15 20 25 5. Whom The celebrated Epitaph of Sir Philip Sidney's fifter, mentioned by Addison. Spect. No. 322, turns upon the fame thought, but much more poetically expressed by our English bard; On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke · Underneath this marble Hearse Time fhall throw a dart at thee., In Latin thus: Cenditur hoc tumulo fapiens pia fida matrona, Pulchra tibi Sydneye foror, tibi Pembroche mater, Huic virtute prius fimilem, quam tollere pais, Et telo TEMPUS, mors fera te, feriet. O DE XXV. To LYDIA, Parcius junctas quatiunt feneftras Quæ prius multum facilis movebat 'm told the herd of rakes profess'd, Thy door once kindly pleas'd to move And hugs her threshold quiet. 2, And lefs and lefs-you hear in song, "Thy faithful lover weeps, "Ah! perishing the cold night long "My cruel Lydia sleeps, Now thou in turn, turn, fhalt weep and burn, Decay'd, and vain, in porch or lane, &ills 35 19 And 5. And hear the taunts of proud gallants, And in tempestuous low'r The Southern raging o'er the plain, And plying late without a mate, Shalt ftand the drenching fhow'r. What flagrant luft of blood, and flame + In vernal maddest roam; Shall at thy fervid marrow lie, Unquench'd in plangent doom plaintive, And leave thee there to fhiver, Their brows with recent garlands crown, § Confocial Hebers's river. ‡ Thracian, in Hor. for any fqually wind. This furor of the madding mares is finely touch'd by Virgil, Geor. 3, v. 266. Scilicet ante omnes furor eft infignis equarum Et mentem Venus ipfa dedit Illas ducit amor trans Gargara transque sonantem &c. Vere magis, quia vere calor redit offibus, &c. 25 30 We often catch Horace and Virgil contending in expreffion and fentiment, and in lucky hit of phrafe (curiofa felicitas) Horace often furpaffes him, but in grace and dig. pity Virgil is always his fuperior. Hyemis fodali Dedicet Hebro; a cold wintry river, like thyfolf, ODE Σ. O DE XXVI. To LAMIA. Mufis amicus. LEST in my dear Calliopé, 1.BLES I fling away all gloomy care. To the tempeftuous winds to tear, Or drown in Adrian fea. 2. What is't to me what tyrant reigns 3. And weaving round his temples spread Refit and tune the Lesbian lyre, 'Tis yours to confecrate (ye Nine) 10 15 Away |