Away they came, through thick and thin, To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn: '('Twas on the night of a Debate, When all their Lordships had fate later) Our Courtier walks from dish to dish, Agreftem pepulere, domo levis exfilit: inde "That Jelly 's rich, this Malmsey healing, 205 210 Or Gods to fave them in a trice! (It was by Providence they think, 215 For your damn'd Stucco has no chink.) "An't please your Honour, quoth the Peafant, This fame Deffert is not fo pleasant: "Give me again my hollow Tree, "A Cruft of Bread, and Liberty!" Continuatque dapes: nec non verniliter ipfis 220 BOOK A BOOK IV. O DE I. To VENUS. GAIN? new Tumults in breaft? Ah fpare me, Venus! let me, let me reft! I am not now, alas! the man. As in the gentle Reign of my Queen Anne. Ah found no more thy foft alarms, Nor circle fober fifty with thy Charms! Mother too fierce of dear Defires! Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires. To Number five direct your Doves, There spread round Murray all your blooming Loves; Noble Ad VENEREM. NTERMISSA, Venus, diu INTE Rurfus bella moves? parce precor, precor. Non fum qualis eram bonae Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium Mater faeva Cupidinum, Circa luftra decem flectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis: abi Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces. Tempeftivius in domum Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus, Noble and young, who ftrikes the heart To cl.arm the Miftrefs, or to fix the Friend. Shall ftretch thy conquefts over half the kind: To him each Rival fhall fubmit, Make but his Riches equal to his Wit. Then fhall thy Form the Marble grace, (Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face: His House, embofom'd in the Grove, Sacred to focial life and focial love, Shall glitter o'er the pendent green, Where Thames reflects the vifionary scene: Thither the filver-founding lyres Shall call the smiling Loves, and young Defires; Commiffabere Maximi; Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens, Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium, Late figna feret militiae tuae. Et, quandoque potentior Largis muneribus riferit aemuli, Albanos prope te lacus Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea. Illic plurima naribus Duces thura; lyraque et Berecynthiae There, There, every Grace and Mufe fhall throng, For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. The ftill-believing, ftill renew'd defire; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl, And all the kind Deceivers of the foul! But why? ah tell me, ah too dear! Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear? Why words fo flowing, thoughts fo free, Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee? Thee, drefs'd in Fancy's airy beam, Abfent I follow through th' extended Dream; Now Delectabere tibia Mixtis carminibus, non fine fiftula. Illic bis pueri die Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido In morem Salium ter quatient humum. Me nec femina, nec puer Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui, Nec certare juvat mero, Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur Manat rara meas lacryma per genas? Y |