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ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH.
Poor in my youth, and in life's later scenes
Who nought enjoyed while young, denied the means;
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?
ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS. WITH seeds and birdlime, from the desert air Eumelus gathered free, though scanty, fare. No lordly patron's hand he deigned to kiss, Nor luxury knew, save liberty, nor bliss. Thrice thirty years he lived, and to his heirs His seeds bequeathed, his birdlime, and his snares.
CHARON ! receive a family on board
Apollo and Diana, for a word
By me too proudly spoken, slew us all.
ON A GOOD MAN.
Just cause of sorrow none in my decease,
And with one wife lived many a year in peace:
And oft their infants in my bosom lay,
Touched with disease, or torn by death away.
And me, by blameless manners fitted well
Where shades of pious men for ever dwell.
ON A MISER.
They call thee rich ;—I deem Ihee poor,
A MISER, traversing his house,
ART thou some individual of a kind
ON FEMALE INCONSTANCY.
Rich, thou hadst many lovers;—poor, hast none,
:Vnd she who called thee once her pretty one,
Where wast thou born, Sosicrates, and where,
Who seem'st, by thy complaints, not yet aware
ON THE GRASSHOPPER.
Happy songster, perched above,
From thy perch survey the fields
ON HERMOCRATIA. Hermocratia named—save only one, Twice fifteen births I bore, and buried none . For neither Phcebus pierced my thriving joys,' Nor Dian—she my girls, or he my boys. 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 unimpaired O Niobe! far less prolific! see Thy boast against Latona shamed by me!
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,
But somewhat more important yet—
No treasure, hadst thou more amassed
Than fame to Tantalus assigned, 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
That all who see thee rich and great
ON PALLAS BATHING.
FROM A HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS.
Nor oils of balmy scent produce,
It flatters and deceives thy view,
For were it just, and told thee true,
ON A SIMILAR CHARACTER.
You give your cheeks a rosy stain,
But paint and washes both are vain
Those wrinkles mock your daily toil,
You wear a mask of smoothest oil,
An art so fruitless then forsake,
You never can contrive to make
ON AN UGLY FELLOW.
Beware, my friend! of crystal brook,
Thy nose, thou chance to see;
As self-enamoured he.
ON A BATTERED BEAUTY.
Hair, wax, rouge, honey, teeth you buy,
A multifarious store!
Nor would it cost you more.
ON A THIEF.
When Aulus, the nocturnal thief, made prize
Of Hermes, swift-winged envoy of the skies,
Hermes, Arcadia's king, the thief divine,
Who when an infant stole Apollo's kine,
And whom, as arbiter and overseer
Of our gymnastic sports, we planted here;
"Hermes," he cried, "you meet no new disaster;
Ofttimes the pupil goes beyond his master."
My mother ! if thou love me, name no more