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A Dialogue between HORACE and LYDIA.
English'A by another Hrmi.
H 0 t\~4 C E.
WHile I remain'd the Darling of your heart, And no encroaching Lover claim'd a part: Unrivall'd while my longing Arms I cast •%
About your lovely neck and slender waste,?
And you to every one but me were chaste; ^
I scorn'd the lofty Persian Monarch's stare,
And thought my self more happy, and as great.
L T D I ^i.
While I enjoy'd you, and no fairer she
Had stole your wandring heart away from me;
While Chloe seem'd not Lydia to out-shine,
Nor gain'd a Conquest that before was mine;
Not "Kg/nan Ilia more renown'd I thought,
Although a God her sweet embraces sought.
H 0 Tt^U C E.
Now Tbracian Chloe has supply'd your place,
She charms me with her Musick and her Face;
To save her life, I with my own would part,
And freely give it as I gave my heart.
L T £> I ~A.
Fair Calais now, the sweet Mcjsenian Boy,
Loves me, 1 him as equally enjoy;
If by my dying he might longer live,
I'd give two lives, if I had two to give.
H O \•A C E. .
What if kind Venus should our hearts unire,
And force us to adore that Love we slight?
If Chloe with her golden locks should yield,
And banish'd Lydia should regain the Field.'
LT D I iA.
If so, tho' you are cruel and unkind,
Less to be trusted than the Seas or Wind;
TJio'. he so kind, so charming and so true,
I willingly would live, would die, with you.
'The III, Elegy of the FIRST BOOK of PROPERTIUS.
Engli/h'd by Mr. Adams.
AS on the Beach fad ^Ariadne lay,
While the deaf Winds false Thesem bore away;
As from she Rock ^inirtmeia redeerh'd,
More sweet, more fair in her first slumber seem'd 5
Or as the no less weary Bacchanal
Sirrpriz'dtiy sleep near some smooth stream do's fall j
Such seem'd "to me, so'was my Cynthia lay'd, -y
While breathing soft repose the lovely Maid?
On her fair hand reclin'd her bending head; *
When I well drunk through the too narrow Street
Dragg'd home at Mid-night my unfaithful Feet;
Bnr as Ar* appcar'd so charming so my view,
Gently I prest the Bed, and near her drew;
Thinking (for so much fense I still retain'd)
The Fort of Love might by surprise be gain'd;
Tet tho' cofmrrandeji'4>y a doable fire,
Both by the frames'of Wine, and hot Desire;
Tho* my lewd hand would naughtily have stray'd,
And I would fain my Arms have ready made;
I durst not in the soft astault engage,
Dreading to wake her well experrenc'd rage;
But so my greedy eyes fiirvey'd her o'er,
The waking ^Atgut watcht not lo more;
Sometimes I loos'd the Chaplet from my Brow,
Aad try'd how sweetly 'twould on Cynthia's (how.
Somerimes corrected her disorder'd hait,
That loosely wanton'd with the sporrive Air;
And when she srgh'd, I credulously fear'd
Some frightful Vision to my Love appear'd.
'Till the bright Moon thro' the wide Window shoae,
(The Moon that would not suddenly be gone;)
She with her subrile rays uncios'd her eyes,
When thus against me did her fury rife.
At length affronred by some tawdry Jade,
Kick'd out of doors, your forc'd into my Bed;
,For where is it you spend my Nights i you come
Drawn off and imporent at Morning home;
1 wish, base man! I wish such nights you had,
As you force me! unhappy me! to lead!
Somerimes I with my Needle sleep deceive,
Then with my Lure my weariness relieve;
Then do 1 weep, and curse your redious stay,
While in some others Arms you melt away;
'Till sleep's soft wings my willing Eye-lids close, ,
Beguile my Sorrows, and my Cares compose.
O U T O F
Tæda est in Coitu (jf• brevh voluptas.
3TP I S but a short, but a silthy pleasure,
X And we soon nauseare the enjoy'd treasures Let not us then as# lustful Beasts do, Slovenly, abruprly, blindly fall to: Lest we put out Love's genrle sire, And he droop, and languid) in imporent desire: But thus we'll lye, and thus we'll kiss, Thus, thus improve the lasting bliss!
There is no labour here, no shame,
The solid Pleasure's still the fame,
Never, oh, never to be done,
Where Love is ever but begun. .
From Mr, Otway, to Mr. Duke.
MY much lov'd Friend, when thou art from my
How do I loath the day,and light despise .'[eyes,
Night, kinder Night's the much more welcome Guest,
for though it bring small ease, it hides at least;
Or if e'er slumbers and my eyes agree, [thee.
'Tis when they're crown'd with pleasing dreams of
Last night methought(Heaven make the next as kind)
Tree as first innocence, and unconfin'd
As our first Parents in their Eden were,
E'er yet condemn'd to eat their bread with care;
We two together wandeiM through a Grove, -y
'Twas green beneath us, and all (hade above, £
Mild as our Friendship, springing as our Love; *
Hundreds of chearful Birds fill'd every Tree,
And fung their joyful Songs of Liberty;
While through the gladsome Choir well pleas'd we
And of our present valu'd State thus talk'd; [walk'd,
How happy are we in this sweet retreat 5
Thus humbly blest, who'd labour to be great J
Who for Preferments at a Court would wait,
Where every Gudgeon's nibbling at the bait?
What Fish offense would on that (hallow lye,
Amongst the little starving wriggling Frye,
ThaSthrong and crowd each other for a Taft-e
Of the deceitful, painted, poison'd Paste;
When the wide River he behind him sees,
Where he may launch to Liberty and Ease?
Vol, L E
No cares or business here disturb our hours,
While underneath these shady, peaceful Bowers,
In cool delighr and innocence we stray,
And midst a thousand Pleasures waste the day;
Somerimes upon a River's bank we lye,
Where skimming Swallows o'et the surface fly,
Just as the Sun, declining with his Beams,
Kisses, and genrly warms the gliding Streams;
Amidst whose current rising Fishes play,
And rowl in wanton Liberty away.
Tethaps, hard by there grows a lirtle Bush,
On which the Linnet, Nighringale, and Thrush,
Nighrly their solemn Orgyes meering keep,
And sing their Vespers e'er they go to sleep:
There we two lye, between us may be's spread
Some Book, few understand, tho' many read:
Somerimes we Virgil's Sacred Leaves turn o'et,
Srill wond'ring, and still sinding cause for more.
How Juno's rage did good cÆneas vex,
Then how he had revenge upon her Sex
In Dido's stare, whom bravely he enjoy'd,
And quitred her as bravely too when cloy'd;
He knew the fatal danger of her Charms,
And scorn'd to melt his virtue her Arms.
Next Nifus and Euryalus we admire,
Their genrle Friendship, and their marrial Fire;
We praise their Valour 'cause yet marcht by none,
And love their Friendship, so- much like our own.
But when to give our -minds a Feast indeed,
Horace, best known and lov'd by thee, we read;
Who can our Transports, »or our Longings rell,
To taste of pleasures, prais'd by him so well?
With thoughts of Love, and Wine, by him we're fu!i>
Two things in sweet rerirement much desir'd.
A generous Bortle and a lovesome She,
Are th' only Joys in Nature, next to Thee:
To which reriring quierly at night,
If (as that only can) to add delight,