Ejusque jussa ducit amplis Divitiis pretiosiora. Non ille vulgi gaudet honoribus; Sed carus ipsi Numinis est honos; Mens ejus altum transvolat æthera, Colloquio fruitur beato. Cælestis ergo jam sapientiæ Plenus, periclis altior omnibus Ventos reducto montis in angulo Ad Donatum Rullum. Quis cuncta possit, Rulle, pericula, Nos variis agitant procellis ? Hinc præliatur sollicitus timor, Hinc spes bonorum credula, gaudium Nunc tollit altè, nunc doloris Dejicimur furibundo ab æstu. Non sic benignus cœlicolum pater Humana finxit corda; sed insolens Nos fastus ad tumultuosa Hæc freta præcipites adegit : Cum vita nultis ante laboribus Turbata cunctis afflueret bonis ; Nec mortis occurrens imago Cor trepido quateret tumultu. Sollicitam recreare mentem, Modumque curis figere tristibus Possunt? vel auri perpetuo fluens Viribus ingenii tumentes. At tu beatam ducere si cupis Vitam, periclis liber ab omnibus Mente sacrum venerare numen. Hinc hauries veram et sapientiam, Verumque honorem, et divitias; ferus Quas nec tyrannus, nec tremendi Vis rapiat truculenta belli. Quidquid bonorum cernitur uspiam, Hoc fonte manat: quo sine, quis, licet Tetrasque, cælitumque regna Possideat, miser usque vivet. De Joviano Pontano. Qui cecinit claro fulgentia lumina cælo Pontani doctis versibus Urania, Phoebe, tuis magnam lucem addidit ignibus, utque Nunc melius niteant sidera cuncta, facit. De Joanne Cotta. Si fas cuique sui sensus expromere cordis, Hoc equidem dicam, pace, Catulle, tua : Est tua Musa quidem dulcissima; Musa videtur Ipsa tamen Cotta dulcior esse mihi. Ad Balthasarem Castilionem. Si truculenta ferox irrumpis in agmina Marte, At molli cithara si condis amabile carmen, Ad eundem. Horrida terribilis cum tractas arma, Maronis Ad Andr. Nuugerium. Naugeri, ne quis tibis certet, neve laboret Sive Epigramma facis juncto pede, sive soluto Ad Eundem. Quot Bruma creat albicans pruinas, Vivent aureoli tui libelli. Ad Actium Sannazarium. Quantum Virgilio debebat silva Maroni, Et pastor, donec Musa Maronis erit; Tantum pæne tibi debent piscator, et acta, Acti, divino proxime Virgilio. Gasp. Contareno. Contarene, tuo docuisti magne libello, Ergo jure tui vivunt monumenta laboris, Ad Marium Molsam. Postera dum numeros dulces mirabitur ætas, Sive, Tibulle, tuos, sive, Petrarcha, tuos : Tu quoque, Molsa, pari semper celebrabere fama Vel potius titulo duplice major eris. Quidquid enim laudis dedit inclita Musa duobus Vatibus; hoc uni donat habere tibi. ; XLVIII. Tragic Tales. Coningsby, and Brokenhurst. By Sir Egerton Brydges, Bar. London, R. Triphook. 2 vol. 8.o 1820, Written by a Friend for a Periodical Publication. What may have been the success of these Tales, or whether any success at all has attended them, we know not but we know, that the present taste of the Public is all for glare and extravagance; and that whatever trusts to those forms and colours of composition, which gained the approbation and excited the delight of former ages, has little chance of raising the notice or pleasing the pampered appetite of our own time. That the public mind is in a sound state; and that literature is not rapidly declining into frightful corruption, will scarcely be asserted by any well-informed, pure, and temperate mind. This false taste is spread though every part of learning, |