Multum interest.

IPSA scelestus angitur uoluptate:
oblectat ipsis in doloribus uirtus.

Epigramma quale sit.

NVNC Epigramma ferit figentis more sagittae ;
nunc acie, gladii more secantis, agit:
nunc, ut apud Graecos, quo lumine picta tabella
uel iubar, irradiat nec tamen urit idem.

Caelo Musa beat.

CELIA, si superbis,

me tibi scito decoris quidquid habes parasse : de grege uiliorum

una uixisses Venerum, nullo in honore forma,

ni mea Musa pennis

aureae Famae titulos ferre tuos dedisset.

non tua dos placere,

non tua est: uoce atque oculis me tribuente polles:

quod decet est meum in te:

in meo semper rutilas aethere dulce sidus.

num, mea dona, caelum

possidens, in me supera mittis ab arce fulmen?

Adde Voltum hominis.

VNDE fit ut cenas hilarent dicteria Cottae,
nec salis in scriptis mica sit ulla tamen?-
ridiculo quatit ille iocans triclinia uoltu:
detracta facie deperiere sales.

To a Lady.

THE adorning thee with so much art
is but a barbarous skill;

'tis but the poisoning of the dart

too apt before to kill.

A.

The All-compelling Potentate.

HERE comes Mr Winter, collector of taxes,

the only man living who gets what he axes.

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come, down with your dust:' he'll have none of your flummery;

though Winter's his name, yet his process is summary.

Odysseus.

A.

Alle Gewässer durchkreuzt, die Heimat zu finden, Odysseus ; durch der Scylla Gebell, durch der Charybde Gefahr, durch die Schrecken des feindlichen Meers, durch die Schrecken des Landes,

selber in Aidas Reich führt ihn die irrende Fahrt. endlich trägt das Geschick ihn schlafend an Ithaka's Küste ; er erwacht und erkennt jammernd das Vaterland nicht.

HER wit and beauty for a court were made; her truth and goodness fit her for the shade.

A.

Acuens sagittas cote cruenta.

(1) BARBARICVM est tanta quod te decor excolit arte; apta nimis stragi spicula felle linis.

(2)

QVOD arte tu tanta nites

exculta, barbare facis ;

armas ueneno lanceam

uel ante letalem nimis.

Aequo pulsat pede.

EN regalis adest exactor Bruma tributi: huic hominum soli quod petit omne datur. 'soluendum est.' tu solue cito: si callidus haeres, protinus aestiuo Bruma calore furit.

Νόστου κεχρημένος.

OMNE fretum patriae cupidus transcurrit Vlixes; perque tuos fremitus, Scylla, Charybdi, tuos, per maris infensi, per mille pericula terrae, ad Stygias etiam deuius errat aquas. mox Ithacae cadit in litus, pulsoque sopore flet miser heu patriae nil memor ipse suae.

Aegrescit medendo.

REGIA uis eadem morbus medicinaque: saepe spernit homo, spretam saepe requirit opem.

Amat nemus et fugit urbes.

Qvi lepor et forma est, nostram decet aula puellam: qui pudor et pietas illius, umbra decet.

To Ellen.

THOUGH time hath not wreathed
my temples with snow,
though age hath not breathed
a spell o'er my brow;
yet care's withered fingers
press on me with pain;
the fleeting pulse lingers,
and lingers in vain.

the eyes which behold thee,
their brightness is flown;
the arms which enfold thee,
enfeebled are grown;
and friendship hath left me,
by fortune estranged;

all, all is bereft me,

for thou too art changed.

yes, dark ills have clouded the dawning in tears; adversity shrouded

my ripening years;

life's path, wild and dreary,
draws nigh to its close;
heart-broken and weary,
I sigh for repose.

the world shall caress thee,
when I cease to be;
and suns rise to bless thee,
which smile not for me;
and hearts shall adore thee,
and bend at thy shrine;
but none bow before thee

so truly as mine.

A.

Iamque Vale.

AETAS si niuibus mihi
nondum tempora uestiit,
nec rugis arat horridis
frontem acerba senectus:

at me cura nigro terit
dente; uita tremit, fugit,
seu moratur adhuc, nihil
profutura moratur.

qui te nunc oculi uident

claritate uacant sua,

quaeque bracchia te premunt manca uiribus arent;

et sodalitium uetus siccos deseruit cados; tuque iam rapiens abis omnia, omnia tecum.

ortam luce hilari diem fletu sors mala polluit, nec procella uirilibus

lenis incidit annis:

sed prope est mihi terminus tristis et dubiae uiae:

lassa, debilis incipit

mens auere quietem.

tu superstes amaberis, uita cum mihi fugerit; tu beabere solibus

non mihi redituris:

mille te prece pectora et submissis genibus colant, nemo quanto ego, nemo te prosequetur amore.