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The canker-worm; indwelling foe!
His voracity not thus allays
The sparrow, the finch, or the crow.
The worm, more expensively fed,
The pride of the garden devours; And birds pick the seed from the bed,
Still less to be spared than the flowers..
But she, with such delicate skill,
Her pillage so fits for our use,
Would labour the like to produce.
Then grudge not her temperate meals,
Nor a benefit blarpe as a theft; Since, stole she not all that she steals,
Neither honey, nor wax would be left,
THE TEARS OF A PAINTER.
Apki.les, hearing that his boy
Then, faithful to the two-fold part,
Thus far is well. But view again
Now, painter, cease! thy task is done;
OF GREEK VERSES.
FROM THE GREEK OF JULIANUS.
A Spartan, his companions slain,
Alone from battle fled;
That she had borne him, struck him dead:
For courage, and not birth alone, y
ON THE SAME, BY PALLADAS.
A Spartan, 'scaping from the fight,
"Thou canst but live to blot with shame *' Indelible thy mother's name, "While every breath that thou shalt draw "Offends against thy country's law i "But if thou perish by this hand, "Myself, indeed, throughout the land,
vOL. III. S
"To my dishonour shall be known
My name—my country—what are they to thee?
Thou knowest its use—it hides—no matter whom.
Take to thy bosom, gentle earth, a swain
He filled with grain the glebe, the rills he led
Thou, therefore, Earth, lie lightly on his head, His hoary head, and deck his grave with flowers. ANOTHER.
Painter, this likeness is too strong,
At three-score winters end I died
At morn we placed on his funereal bier
Thus Aristippus mourned his noble race,
Miltiades, thy valour best