“Versa loci facies.” Fòe, Anu. iv. 67,

RADIT Aricinæ vallis latus acriter aura,
Nix grave longævis turribus hæret onus:
Non erat illa loci facies, ubi tecta genista
Ad lucum viridem fabar, Amate veni.
Injussas jucunda rosas ibi pandidit æstas;
Cantanti merulæ betula tegmen erat:
Nunc ad castra meus procul exsulat actus Amyntas :
Nunc eadem terris et mihi venit hiems.

Plurima lætitiæ tunc undique risit imago,
Cuique erat in gremio vis, et in ore nitor:
Nunc nihil audieris nisi mæsti sibila venti,

Nunc nihil aspicias hinc nisi et inde nivem.

The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie, They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as

they flee;

And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie;

"Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me.

TANNAHILL.

Arbos muta; silent pavefactæ, interque volandum

Excutiunt alis sessile frigus, aves;

Voce loqui visæ blanda, Ploramus Amyntam.

Venit hiems illis; et mihi venit hiems.

HE sung what spirit thro' the whole mass is spread,
Everywhere all how Heavens God's laws approve
And think it rest eternally to move:

How the kind Sun usefully comes and goes,
Wants it himself, yet gives to Man repose:

He sung how Earth blots the Moon's gilded wane
Whilst foolish men beat sounding brass in vain,
Why the great waters her slight horns obey,
Her changing horns not constanter than they:
He sung how grisly comets hung in air,

Why swords and plagues attend their fatal hair,
God's beacons for the world, drawn up so far
To publish ills, and raise all earth to war:
What radiant pencil draws the watery bow,
What ties up hail, and picks the fleecy snow;
What palsy of the Earth here shakes fix'd hills
From off her brows, and here whole rivers spills.
Thus did this Heathen Nature's secrets tell,
And sometimes missed the cause, but sought it well.
COWLEY.

“Est Deus in nobis: agitante calescimus illo." Ord. Fivis

NAMQUE canebat uti, penetrans omnem undique,

totam

Spiritus intus agat molem: confirmet ut æther
Jura Dei, requiemque putet sine fine moveri.
Sol ut eat redeatque suos iter almus in usus,
Detque viris, quanquam desideret ipse, soporem.
Aureaque ut lucem premat objice Cynthia terra,
At stulti temere æra viri crepitantia plangant:
Unde regat parvis eadem mare cornubus ingens,
Queis mare non levius, non inconstantius, ipsum.
Cur visa in cœlo tristes pendere cometæ,
Fatalemque comam morbique ensesque sequantur.
Illa deos dare signa viris, et figere cœlo,

Quo vulgent mala, quove vocent in prælia gentes.
Quis radio pluvium describat gentibus arcum,
Vellera quid pectet nivis, ac tortum alliget imbrem.
Unde tremens tellus, nunc deturbarit in ipsa
Fronte sitos montes, nunc totum effuderit amnem.
Barbarus explicuit sic rerum arcana; latentes
Impar sæpe loqui, par semper quærere, causas.