Life is a flow'r, whose brighteft hue
Appears beneath the morning dew;
In gaudy pride its buds arife,

But foon the fading bloffom dies,
And all regrets are vain.

A SON G.

From METASTASIO.

Tranflated by a Lady.

IF you do not my paffion approve,

Behold the bright eyes of my fair,

Oh hear her fweet voice, and declare,
If, in me, 'tis a weakness to love!

When you see from how lovely a spring
I derive the sweet caufe of my pains;
Oh tell me, what God, or what King
Would not glory, like me, in her chains!

VENERE

PASSANDO SOVRA L'ONDE DEL MARE.

Dal TASSON I.

REMOLAVANO i rai del fol nafcente

TREM

Sovra l'onde del mar' purpuree, e d'oro,

VENUS

PASSING OVER THE SEA.

By TASSON I.

FORTH to the world now rose the God of day,

In boundless fplendor o'er the wat❜ry way;

Far o'er the waves th' afcending brightness threw
Of gold and purple mix'd, a trembling hue.
Heav'n's felf, well-pleas'd, in sapphire robe array'd,
Its own bright image in th' expanfe furvey'd:
Fierce Eastern winds and Afric storms in fleep
Lay pillow'd on the bofom of the deep;
Zephyr alone of all the founding train

In Sweetly murmuring whifpers curl'd the main.

Al trapaffar della Beltà divina

La fortuna del mar paffa, e s' afconde ;

L'ondeggiar della placida marina

Bacciando và l' inargentate fponde:

Ardon d'amore i pesci, e la vicina

Spiaggia languifce, invidiando all' onde;

E ftanno gli amoretti ignudi intenti

Alla vela, al governo, a i remi, ai venti.

CAN