This tale a Sybil-Nurse ared; She foftly ftrok'd my youngling head, • Thus fome are born, my fon (fhe cries) • With bafe impediments to rife, " And fome are born with none. • But virtue can itself advance · To what the fav'rite fools of chance L ET thofe love now, who never lov'd before; Let those who always lov'd, now love the more." The Spring, the new, the warb'ling Spring appears, The youthful feafon of reviving years; In Spring the Loves enkindle mutual heats, PERVIGILIUM VENERIS. "CRAS RAS amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet." Ver novum, ver jam canorum: vere natus orbis eft, Vere concordant amores, vere nubent alites, Et nemus comam refolvit de maritis imbribus. She comes; to-morrow Beauty's Empress roves And ties their meeting tops with wreaths of flow'rs, "Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before; "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more." 'Twas on that day which faw the teeming flood Swell round, impregnate with celeftial blood; Wand'ring in circles stood the finny crew, The midft was left a void expanse of blue, There parent Ocean work'd with heaving throes, And dropping wet the fair Dione rofe. "Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before; "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.", Cras amorem copulatrix inter umbras arborum Cras Dione jura dicit, fulta fublimi throno. “Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama Tunc liquore de fuperno, fpumeo ponti e globo, Caerulas inter catervas, inter et bipedes equos," Fecit undantem Dionen de maritis imbribus. " Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama"vit, cras amet." She paints the purple year with vary'd show, Tips the green gem, and makes the bloffom glow. She makes the turgid buds receive the breeze, Expand to leaves, and shade the naked trees. When gath'ring damps the misty nights diffufe, She sprinkles all the morn with balmy dews; Bright trembling pearls depend at every spray, And kept from falling, feem to fall away. A gloffy freshness hence the Rofe receives, And blushes fweet through all her filken leaves; (The drops defcending through the filent night, While stars ferenely roll their gelden light,) Clofe 'till the morn, her humid veil she holds ; Then deckt with virgin pomp the flow'r unfolds. Soon will the morning blush: ye maids! prepare, In rofy garlands bind your flowing hair; 'Tis Venus' plant: the blood fair Venus shed, O'er the gay beauty pour'd immortal red; Ipfa gemmas purpurantem pingit annum floribus, Noctis aura quem relinquit, fpargit humentis aquas, From Love's foft kifs a fweet Ambrofial fmell "Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before; "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more." Now fair Dione to the myrtle grove Sends the gay Nymphs, and fends her tender Love. While Nymphs have hearts, and Cupid wears a bow? Ipfa juffit mane ut udae virgines nubant rosae, Deque gemmis, deque flammis, deque Solis purpuris. Unica marito nodo non pudebit folvere. "Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama "vit, cras amet.” Ipfa Nimfas Diva luco juffit ire myrteo, It Puer comes puellis. Nec tamen credi potest |