Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, And every And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ah me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Where the great vision of the guarded mount Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floor; And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd on high, Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Thus sang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, XVIII. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. QUIS MULTA GRACILIS TE PUER IN ROSA, RENDERED ALMOST WORD FOR WORD WITHOUT RHIME, ACCORDING TO WHAT slender youth bedew'd with liquid odours In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? Oh how oft shall he Rough with black winds and storms Unwonted shall admire! Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they To whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me in my vow'd My dank and dropping weeds HORATIUS EX PYRRHÆ ILLECEBRIS TANQUAM E NAUFRAGIO ENATA VERAT, CUJUS AMORE IRRETITOS, AFFIRMAT ESSE miseros. QUIS multa gracilis te puer in rosa Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus, Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro? Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem Emirabitur insolens! Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Qui semper vacuam semper amabilem Sperat, nescius auræ Fallacis. Miseri quibus Intentata nites. Me tabula sacer Votiva paries indicat uvida Suspendisse potenti Vestimenta maris Deo. XIX. ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT. BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr❜d, To force our consciences that Christ set free, And hide us with a classic hierarchy Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford ? Men whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent Would have been held in high esteem with Paul, Must now be nam'd and printed Heretics By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call: But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent, That so the Parliament |