The laft Chorus of the Third Act of SENECA's HERCULES OETEUS. Verum eft quod cecinit facer, &c. 'TIS true what facred Orpheus fang, when he And ftruck his gentle harp in mournful elegies. By th' refiftless laws of powerful Fate. At his foft strains swift torrents ftopt their courfe, The filent woods and facred groves came there, Mount Otho's cleft, its hollow rocks around, The The wanton Dryads did to him retire, Here fnakes and all their pois'nous brood were kind, Hell, and the inmost flinty feats of death; He loft his thirst, amaz'd to hear the fong. With fongs, fweet songs play'd on his tuneful lyre, But while they both together trav❜ling were, I Diftrusting Distrusting Fate, Orpheus look'd back, and stay'd Here all his fongs, and all his pains were loft, Thus perish'd the twice loft unhappy fair : Then he, through woods and darkfome fhades did rove, And fought to folace his uneafy love, With mournful fongs, thus fung he, thus he said, That laws among the gods themselves were made: The greedy Fates respect no man, and why? -That all that's ever born is born to die. HORACE, Book I. ODE V. To PYRRHA. Quis multâ gracilis te puer in rofà, &c. WHAT youth with liquid odours on his head, And rofes for his bed, Alike by artful hands and nature made, In fuch a fecret place, For 1 For whom falfe nymph doft thou prepare, With fingle neatness to perfume and braid thy hair? How oft' fhall he Bewail thy perjury, And curfe thy perjur'd gods, that are so false to thee. He that as yet hath never try'd A harlot's flattery, Shall wonder at th' inconftant tide, That's fometimes high and fometimes low, A quiet ebb, or a tempeftuous flow. He that enjoys thee now, Finds thou art kind, and thinks thee ever fo; That faithless thou Can break as foon as make a vow. Unhappy fure are they To whom a painted proftitute feems fair and gay. To the kind God that brought 'em fafe to fhore, The The SIXTH EPIGRAM of THEOCRITUS. Of the Shepherd that mourned for the Lofs of his Kid. UNHAPPY Thirfis, filly swain, Still you lament and weep in vain, Poor kid he wanders all alone. Through the gloomy fhades below, A rav'nous wolf, with griping paws, } } On |