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THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Main in thy neatness ? O how oft shall he
On faith and changed Gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire!
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiabl
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they
To whom thou untried seem'st fair. ' Me, in my vow'd
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern God of sea.
FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.'
Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country of Leogecia :
GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep;
On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thou bidd'st me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship theo
For aye, with temples vow'd, and virgin quires.
I An ancient British historian and writer. He died 1164,
To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a visiou the same night
BRUTUS, far to the west, in th' ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old,
Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend
Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.
AA, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope received of thee.
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn,
Impudent whore, where nast thou placed thy hope ?
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth ?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.
Then past he to a flow'ry mountain green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously:
This was the gift, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.
WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies.
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause ?
But his own honse, and the whole neighbourhood,
Soes his foul inside through his whited skin.
All barbarous people and their princes too,
All purple tyrants honour you,
The very wandering Scythians do.
Support the pillar of the Roman state,
Lest all men be involved in one man's fate,
Continue us in wealth aná state,
Let wars and tumults ever cease.
that did create can change the scene
Of things, make mean of great, and great of mean :
The brightest glory can eclipse with might,
And place the most obscure in dazzling light.
This is true liberty, when freeborn men
Having to advise the public may speak free;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise :
Who neither can nor will, may hold his peace,
What can be juster in a state than this P
LAUGHING, to teach the truth,
What hinders? As some teachers give to boys
Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.
JOKING decides great things.
Stronger and better oft than earnest cano
Glaucus, in Lycia we're adored as gods,
What makes 'twixt us and others so great odds!
THERE can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable
Than an unjust and wicked king.
PSALM L DONE INTO VERSE, 1653.
BLESS'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' th’ way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners bath not sat. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watery streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgnient, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in th' assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th' upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.
PSALM IL DONE AUG. 8, 1653. TERZETTE.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth upstand
With pow'r, and princes in their congregations
Lay deep their plots together through each land
1 Milton's father composed Psalm tunes; and metrical Psalmody was very popular in Yuton's time.