XVI. O beft of wives! O dearer far to me How can my foul endure the loss of thee? Without my fweet companion can I live? The dear reward of every virtuous toil, XVII. For my diftracted mind What fuccour can I find? On whom for confolation fhall I call? Support me, every friend; Your kind affiftance lend, To bear the weight of this oppreffive woe. My dear departed love, so much was thine, My books, the best relief In every other grief, Are now with your idea fadden'd all : Each favourite author we together read My tortur'd memory wounds, and speaks of Lucy dead. XVIII. We XVIII. We were the happieft pair of human kind; And faw our happiness unchang'd remain : Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind: That all this pleafing fabric Love had rais'd On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd, Yet, O my foul, thy rifing murmurs ftay; With impious grief complain. That all thy full blown joys at once should fade; Was his moft righteous will-and be that will obey'd. XIX. Would thy fond love his grace to her control, Unjuftly for thy partial good detain? No-rather ftrive thy groveling mind to raife Up to that unclouded blaze, That heavenly radiance of eternal light," Ev'n Love itself, if rifing by degrees There yield up all his power ne'er to divide you more.. ON THE SAME LADY. To the Memory of Lucy Lyttelton, The daughter of Matthew Lord Aylmer, Having employed the short time affigned to her here In the uniform practice of Religion and Virtue.. Made Made to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes; Yet good, as fhe the world had never feen; HORACE, BOOK IV. O DE IV. WRITTEN AT OXFORD 1725*. Qualem miniftrum fulminis alitem, &c.” I. AS the wing'd minifter of thundering Jove, To whom he gave his dreadful bolts to bear,, Faithful + affiftant of his master's love, King of the wandering nations of the air, *First printed with Mr. Weft's translation of Pindar. See the Preface to that Gentleman's Poems. In the rape of Ganymede, who was carried up to Jupiter by an eagle, according to the Poetical History. Y 3 II. When ~324 II. When balmy breezes fann'd the vernal sky, III. Then, darting with impetuous fury down, Or, as a lion's youthful progeny, Wean'd from his favage dam and milky food, The gazing kid beholds with fearful eye, Doom'd first to stain his tender fangs in blood: V. Such Drufus, young in arms, his foes beheld, VI. 'Tam'd by a boy, the fierce Barbarians find VII. A valiant fon fprings from a valiant fire: VIII. But |