The Vernal Father bid the spring appear,
In clouds he coupled to produce the year,
The fap defcending o'er her bofom ran,
And all the various forts of foul began.
By wheels unknown to fight, by fecret veins
Distilling life, the fruitful Goddess reigns,
Through all the lovely realms of native day,
Through all the circled land, and circling sea ;
With fertil feed fhe fill'd the pervious earth,
And ever fix'd the mystic ways of birth.

"Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before; "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.” 'Twas the the Parent, to the Latian fhore Through various dangers Troy's remainder bore. She won Lavinia for her warlike fon,

And winning her, the Latian empire won.

Ut

pater

roris crearet vernis annum nubibus In finum maritus imber fluxit almae conjugis,

Ut foetus immixtus omnis aleret magno corpore.
Ipfa venas atque mentem permeante spiritu

Intus occultus gubernat procreatrix viribus,

Perque coelum, perque terras, perque pontum fubditum, Pervium fui tenorem feminali tramite

Imbuit, juffitque mundum noffe nafcendi vias.

"Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama;

IpfaTrojanos nepotes in Latino tranftulit;

Ipfa Laurentum puellam conjugem nato dedit:

She gave to Mars the maid, whose honour'd womb
Swell'd with the founder of immortal Rome.
Decoy'd by fhows the Sabin dames fhe led,
And taught our vig'rous youth the means to wed.
Hence fprung the Romans, hence the race divine
Thro' which great Caefar draws his Julian line.

"Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before; Let those who always lov'd, now love the more." In rural feats the foul of pleasure reigns;

The life of Beauty fills the rural scenes;
Ev'n Love (if Fame the truth of Love declare)
Drew first the breathings of a rural air.
Some pleafing meadow pregnant Beauty preft,
She laid her infant on its flow'ry breast,
From Nature's fweets he fipp'd the fragrant dew,
He fmil'd, he kiss'd them, and by kiffing grew.

Moxque Marti de facello dat pudicam virginem.
Romuleas ipfa fecit cum Sabinis nuptias,
Unde Rames et Quirites, proque prole posterûm
Romuli matrem crearet et nepotem Caefarem.

"Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama-
"vit, cras amet."

Rura foecundat voluptas: rura Venerem fentiunt. Ipfe Amor puer Dionae rure natus dicitur. Hunc ager cum parturiret, ipfa fufcepit finu, Ipfa florum delicatis educavit ofculis.

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"Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before; "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more."

Now Bulls o'er stalks of broom extend their fides,
Secure of favours from their lowing brides.
Now stately Rams their fleecy conforts lead,
Who bleating follow thro' the wand'ring shade.
And now the Goddess bids the birds appear,
Raife all their mufic, and falute the year:
Then deep the Swan begins, and deep the fong
Runs o'er the water where he fails along;
While Philomela tunes a treble strain,

And from the poplar charms the list'ning plain.
We fancy love exprest at ev'ry note,
It melts, it warbles, in her liquid throat.
Of barb'rous Tereus fhe complains no more,
But fings for pleasure, as for grief before.
And still her graces rise, her airs extend,
And all is filence 'till the Syren end.

"Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama

"vit, cras amet."

Ecce, jam fuper geneftas explicant tauri latus.
Quifque tuus quo tenetur conjugali foedere.
Subter umbras cum maritis ecce balantum gregem,
Et canoras non tacere Diva juffit alites.
Jam loquaces ore rauco ftagna cygni perstrepunt,
Adfonat Terei puella fubter umbram populi,
Ut putas motus Amoris ore dici mufico,
Et neges queri fororem de marito barbaro,

How long in coming is my lovely Spring? And when shall I, and when the Swallow fing? Sweet Philomela cease,- -Or here I fit,

And filent lofe my rapt'rous hour of wit :

'Tis

gone,

the fit retires, the flames decay,

My tuneful Phoebus flies averfe

away.

His own Amycle thus, as stories run,

But once was filent, and that once undone.

ઠંડ

"Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before;

Let those who always lov'd, now love the more."

Illa cantat: nos tacemus: quando ver venit meum ? Quando faciam ut celidon, ut tacere definam ? Perdidi Mufam tacendo, nec me Phoebus refpicit. Sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit filentium.

“Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama"vit, cras amet."