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This tale a Sybil-Nurse ared;

She foftly ftrok'd my youngling head,
And when the tale was done,

• 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

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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,
The feather'd nation chufe their tuneful mates,
The trees grow fruitful with descending rain
And dreft in diff'ring greens adorn the plain.

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
Thro' walks that winding run within the groves;
She twines the shooting myrtle into bowers,

And ties their meeting tops with wreaths of flow'rs,
Then rais'd fublimely on her eafy throne
From Nature's pow'rful dictates draws her own.

"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
Implicat gazas virentes de flagello myrteo.

Cras Dione jura dicit, fulta fublimi throno.

“Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama

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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,
Ipfa furgentis papillas de Favonî fpiritu,
Úrguet in toros tepentes; ipfa roris lucidi,

Noctis aura quem relinquit, fpargit humentis aquas,
Et micant lacrymae trementes decidivo pondere.
Gutta praeceps orbe parvo fuftinet cafus fuos.
In pudorem florulentae prodiderunt purpurae.
Humor ille, quem ferenis aftra rorant noctibus,
Mane virgines papillas folvit humenti peplo.

From Love's foft kifs a fweet Ambrofial fmell
Was taught for ever on the leaves to dwell;
From gemms, from flames, from orient rays of light
The richest luftre makes her purple bright;
And the to-morrow weds; the fporting gale
Unties her zone, she bursts the verdant veil ;
Thro' all her sweets the rifling lover flies,
And as he breaths, her glowing fires arife.

"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.
And fhall they venture? is it fafe to go!

While Nymphs have hearts, and Cupid wears a bow?
Yes, fafely venture, 'tis his mother's will;
He walks unarm'd, and undefigning ill,

Ipfa juffit mane ut udae virgines nubant rosae,
Fufae prius de cruore deque amoris ofculis,

Deque gemmis, deque flammis, deque Solis purpuris.
Cras ruborem qui latebat veste tectus ignea,

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
Effe amorem feriatum, fi fagittas vexerit.
Ite Nimfae: pofuit arma, feriatus eft Amor.
Juffus eft inermis ire, nudus ire juffus eft:

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