ANOTHER. PAINTER, this likeness is too strong, ANOTHER. AT threescore winters' end I died BY CALLIMACHUS. Ar morn we placed on his funereal bier By her own hand his blooming sister died. Annihilated by a double blow, Nor son could hope, nor daughter more to embrace, And all Cyrene sadden'd at his woe. ON MILTIADES. MILTIADES! thy valour best ON AN INFANT. BEWAIL not much, my parents! me, the prey An infant, in my fifth scarce finish'd year, BY HERACLIDES. IN Cnidus born, the consort I became ON THE REED. I WAS of late a barren plant, Nor fig, nor grape, nor apple bore, With narrow mouth and slender lip, At once, although by nature dumb, TO HEALTH. ELDEST born of powers divine! Where no spy infests the place; Owe, themselves, their youth to thee, Much, but never happiness. ON INVALIDS. FAR happier are the dead, methinks, than they Who look for death, and fear it every day. ON THE ASTROLOGERS. THE astrologers did all alike presage ON AN OLD WOMAN. MYCILLA dyes her locks, 'tis said; She buys them black; they therefore need ON FLATTERERS. No mischief worthier of our fear In nature can be found Than friendship, in ostent sincere, But hollow and unsound. For lull'd into a dangerous dream We close infold a foe, Who strikes, when most secure we seem, The inevitable blow. ON A TRUE FRIEND. HAST thou a friend? Thou hast indeed Well managed, till you die. ON THE SWALLOW. ATTIC maid! with honey fed, Ye have kindred voices clear, Ah, for pity drop the prize; ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH. POOR in my youth, and in life's later scenes Who nought enjoy'd while young, denied the means; And nought when old enjoy'd, denied the power. ON A BATH, BY PLATO. DID Cytherea to the skies From this pellucid lymph arise? Or was it Cytherea's touch, When bathing here, that made it such? |