TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ÖDE OF HORACE, LIB. I. WHAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales [vow'd To whom thou' untried seem'st fair! Me, in my Picture, the sacred wall declares to' have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.* BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA. GoPDEss of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep; * Hist. Brit. i. xi. "Diva potens nemorum," &e On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision, the same night. BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might FROM DANTE. AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, FROM DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, FROM ARIOSTO. THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, FROM HORACE. WHOм do we count a good man? Whom but he FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. Laughing to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys FROM HORACE. Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. "TIs you FROM SOPHOCLES. that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. FROM SENECA. There can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, PSALM I. Done into verse, 1653. BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray And in his law he studies day and night. PSALM II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He, who in heaven doth dwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then, seSpeak to them in his wrath, and in his fell [vere, And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A fim decree I will declare: The Lord to me hath said, Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made; As thy possession I on thee bestow The heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere, PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653. When he fled from Absalom. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those, That in arms against me rise! Many are they, That of my life distrustfully thus say; No help for him in God there lies. |