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ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH.

POOR in my youth, and in life's later scenes

Rich to no end, I curse my natal hour,

Who nought enjoy'd while young, denied the means; And nought when old enjoy'd, denied the power.

ON A BATII, 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?

ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS.

WITH seeds and birdlime, from the desert air,
Eumelus gather'd free, though scanty, fare.
No lordly patron's hand, he deign'd to kiss,
Nor luxury knew, save liberty, nor bliss.
Thrice thirty years he lived, and to his heirs
His seeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his snares.

ON NIOBE.

CHARON! receive a family on board
Itself sufficient for thy crazy yawl;
Apollo and Diana, for a word

By me too proudly spoken, slew us all.

ON A GOOD MAN.

TRAVELLER, regret not me; for thou shalt find
Just cause of sorrow none in my decease,
Who, dying, children's children left behind,
And with one wife lived many a year in peace:
Three virtuous youths espoused my daughters three,
And oft their infants in my bosom lay,
Nor saw I one, of all derived from me,

Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away.
Their duteous hands my funeral rites bestow'd,
And me, by blameless manners fitted well
To seek it, sent to the serene abode
Where shades of pious men for ever dwell.

ON A MISER.

THEY call thee rich;-I deem thee poor,
Since, if thou darest not use thy store,
But savest it only for thine heirs,
The treasure is not thine, but theirs.

ANOTHER.

A MISER, traversing his house,
Espied, unusual there, a mouse,
And thus his uninvited guest
Briskly inquisitive address'd:
"Tell me, my dear, to what cause is it
I owe this unexpected visit?"

The mouse her host obliquely eyed,
And, smiling, pleasantly replied:
"Fear not, good fellow, for your
I come to lodge, and not to board."

hoard!

ANOTHER.

ART thou some individual of a kind
Long-lived by nature as the rook or hind?
Heap treasure, then, for if thy need be such,
Thou hast excuse, and scarce canst heap too much.
But man thou seem'st, clear therefore from thy breast
This lust of treasure-folly at the best!

For why shouldst thou go wasted to the tomb,
To fatten with thy spoils thou know'st not whom?

ON FEMALE INCONSTANCY.

RICH, thou hadst many lovers ;-poor, hast none,
So surely want extinguishes the flame,

And she who call'd thee once her pretty one,
And her Adonis, now inquires thy name.

Where wast thou born, Sosicrates, and where

In what strange country can thy parents live, Who seem'st, by thy complaints, not yet aware That want's a crime no woman can forgive?

ON THE GRASSHOPPER.

HAPPY songster, perch'd above,
On the summit of the grove,
Whom a dewdrop cheers to sing
With the freedom of a king!
From thy perch survey the fields
Where prolific nature yields
Nought that, willingly as she,
Man surrenders not to thee.
For hostility or hate

None thy pleasures can create.
Thee it satisfies to sing

Sweetly the return of spring,
Herald of the genial hours,
Harming neither herbs nor flowers.
Therefore man thy voice attends
Gladly, thou and he are friends;
Nor thy never-ceasing strains
Phoebus or the Muse disdains
As too simple or too long,
For themselves inspire the song.
Earth-born, bloodless, undecaying,
Ever singing, sporting, playing,
What has nature else to show
Godlike in its kind as thou?

ON HERMOCRATIA.

HERMOCRATIA named- -save only one,

Twice fifteen births I bore, and buried none; For neither Phoebus pierced my thriving joys, Nor Dian-she ny girls, or he my boys.

S. C.-10.

But Dian rather, when my daughters lay
In parturition, chased their pangs away.
And all my sons, by Phoebus' bounty, shared
A vigorous youth, by sickness unimpair'd.
O Niobe! far less prolific! see

Thy boast against Latona shamed by me!

FROM MENANDER.

FOND youth who dream'st that hoarded gold
Is needful, not alone to pay

For all thy various items sold,
To serve the wants of every day;

Bread, vinegar, and oil, and meat,
For savoury viands season'd high;
But somewhat more important yet→→
I tell thee what it cannot buy.

No treasure, hadst thou more amass'd
Than fame to Tantalus assign'd,
Would save thee from a tomb at last,
But thou must leave it all behind.

I give thee, therefore, counsel wise;
Confide not vainly in thy store,
However large-much less despise
Others comparatively poor;

But in thy more exalted state

A just and equal temper show,
That all who see thee rich and great
May deem thee worthy to be so.

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