The miniftring angels none can fee; "Tis not their beauty or face, For which by men they worship'd be; But their high office, and their place. 20 Thou art my goddefs; my faint, fhe; I pray to her, only to pray to thee. THE EPICURE. [FROM ANACREON.] BY THE SAME. UNDERNEATH this myrtle shade, With od❜rous oyls my head o'erflowing, And around it roses growing, What should I do but drink away 5 The heat, and troubles of the day? In this more than kingly state, 10 The wheel of life no less will stay Let the motion pleasant be. Why do we precious ointments show'r, Crown me with rofes whilft I live, Let me alive my pleasures have, 15 20 25 }" CLAUDIANS OLD MAN OF VERONA. BY THE SAME. HAPPY the man, who his whole time doth bound, Within th' enclosure of his little ground. Happy the man, whom the fame humble place, (Th' hereditary cottage of his race) From his first rifing infancy has known, And by degrees fees gently bending down 5 10 Which both preferv'd his life, and gave him birth. No change of confuls marks to him the year, 15 The cold and heat winter and fummer fhows, H' as only heard of near Verona's name, And knows it like the Indies, but by fame, Does with a like concernment notice take Of the Red-fea, and of Benacus lake. 20 25 Thus health and ftrength he to a third age enjoys, And fees a long posterity of boys. About the spacious world let others roam, The voyage life is longest made at home. 30 PRAYER. [ FROM HIS OWN LATIN. ] BY THE SAME. FOR the few hours of life allotted me, Give me (great God) but bread and liberty; If beyond this no more be freely sent, 5 THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAWN. BY ANDREW MARVELL, ESQ.* 5 THE wanton troopers riding by It cannot die fo. But, O my fears! Keeps register of every thing: And nothing may we use in vain, Ev'n beasts must be with justice slain. Unconftant Sylvio, when yet I had not found him counterfeit, 10 15 |