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ON THE ASTROLOGERS.

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HE aftrologers did all alike prefage My uncle's dying in extreme old age; One only disagreed. But he was wife, And spoke not till he heard the funeral cries.

ON FLATTERERS.

O mifchief worthier of our fear
In nature can be found

Than friendship, in oftent fincere,

But hollow and unfound.

For lull'd into a dangerous dream

We close infold a foe,

Who ftrikes, when moft fecure we feem,

The inevitable blow.

ON A TRUE FRIEND.

AST thou a friend? Thou haft indeed
A rich and large supply,

Treasure to serve your every need,
Well managed, till you die.

ON THE SWALLOW.

TTIC maid! with honey fed,

Bear'ft thou to thy callow brood
Yonder locuft from the mead,
Destined their delicious food?

Ye have kindred voices clear,
Ye alike unfold the wing,
Migrate hither, fojourn here,
Both attendant on the spring!

Ah, for pity drop the prize;
Let it not with truth be faid,
That a fongfter gasps and dies,
That a fongster may be fed.

ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH.

OOR in my youth, and in life's later
fcenes

Rich to no end, I curfe my natal hour,

Who nought enjoy'd while young, denied the

means;

And nought when old enjoy'd, denied the

power.

ON A BATH, BY PLATO.

ID Cytherea to the skies

From this pellucid lymph arise?
Or was it Cytherea's touch,

When bathing here, that made it fuch?

ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS.

ITH feeds and birdlime, from the defert air,

Eumelus gather'd free, though fcanty,
fare.

No lordly patron's hand he deign'd to kiss,
Nor luxury knew, fave liberty, nor blifs.
Thrice thirty years he lived, and to his heirs
His feeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his fnares.

ON NIOBE.

HARON! receive a family on board
Itself fufficient for thy crazy yawl,

Apollo and Diana, for a word

By me too proudly fpoken, flew us all.

ON A GOOD MAN.

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RAVELLER, regret not me; for thou

fhalt find

my decease,

Juft caufe of forrow none in Who, dying, children's children left behind, And with one wife lived many a year in peace: Three virtuous youths efpoufed my daughters three, And oft their infants in my bofom lay, Nor faw I one, of all derived from me, Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away. Their duteous hands my funeral rites bestow'd, And me, by blameless manners fitted well To feek it, fent to the ferene abode Where fhades of pious men for ever dwell.

ON A MISER.

HEY call thee rich;-I deem thee poor,
Since, if thou dareft not use thy ftore,
But faveft it only for thine heirs,
The treasure is not thine, but theirs.

ANOTHER.

MISER, traverfing his house,
Efpied, unusual there, a mouse,
And thus his uninvited guest

Brifkly inquifitive addrefs'd:

"Tell me, my dear, to what cause is it
I owe this unexpected vifit?"
The mouse her hoft obliquely eyed,
And, fmiling, pleasantly replied:
"Fear not, good fellow, for your hoard!
I come to lodge, and not to board."

ANOTHER.

RT thou fome individual of a kind
Long-lived by nature as the rook or hind?
Heap treasure, then, for if thy need be
fuch,

Thou haft excufe, and scarce canft heap too much.
But man thou seem'st, clear therefore from thy

breaft

This luft of treasure-folly at the best!

For why shouldst thou go wafted to the tomb,
To fatten with thy spoils thou know'st not whom?

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