With thee, there clad in radiant sheen, NO IX. SONG. ON MAY MORNING. TOW the bright morning itar, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrofe. Hail! bounteous May, that doit inipire Mirth and youth and warm defire; Woods and groves are of thy dreffing, Hill and dale doth boatt thy blefling. Thus we falute thee with our early fong, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. WHA X. ON SHAKESPEARE, 1630. 5 10 HAT needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd [bones Or that his hollow'd reliques should be hid Under a ftarry-pointing pyramid ? Dear fon of Memory, great heir of Fame, 5 What need'st thou fuch weak witness of thy name? Haft built thyfelf a live long monument. For whilft to th' fhame of flow-endeavouring Art Dot make us marble with too much conceiving; XI. ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER, 10 16 Who fickened in the Time of his Vacancy, being forbid to go to Londen, by reafon of the Plague. Hand here, alas, hath lad him in the dirt ERE lies old Hobfon; Death hath broke his girt, Or elfe the ways being foul, twenty to one, 'Twas fuch a fhifter, that if truth were known, Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull. In the kind office of a chamberlain, 5 10 14 Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night, Hobfon has fupt, and's newly gone to bed. XII. ANOTHER ON THE SAME. ERE lieth one, who did most truly prove HE 18 That he could never die while he could move; So hung his deftiny, never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot, 5 Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime ΙΟ 15 20 That e'en to his faft breath (there be that fay't) 25 As he were prefs'd to death, he cry'd more weight, But had his doings latted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier.. 30 Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increase: Only remain this fuperfcription. XIII. AD PYRRHAM, ODE V. 34 Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe miferos. Q UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofa Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem Emirabitur infolens ! Qui nunc te fruiter credulus aurea, Qui femper vacuam femper amabilem Fallacis. Mifera quibus Intentata nites. Me tabula facer Votiva paries indicat uvida Sufpendiffe potenti Veftimenta maris Deo. 16 XIII. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa, rendered almoft word for word without rbime, according to the Latin meafure, as near as the language will permit WHAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odours Courts thee on rofes in fome pleasant cave, In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft fhall he 5 |