TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. WHAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he Unwonted shall admire! Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in vow My dank and dropping weeds To the stern God of sea. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rowling spheres, and through the deep; On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest, thou bidst me seek, What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires. To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night,. BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, FROM DANTE. Ah Constantine, of how much ill was cause, FROM DANTE. Founded in chaste and humble poverty, 'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy horn, FROM ARIOSTO. Then pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, FROM HORACE. Whom do we count a good man? Whom but he FROM EURIPIDES. This is true liberty, when freeborn men, Having to advise the public, may speak free; Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise : Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace; What can be a juster in a state than this? FROM HORACE. Laughing, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys FROM HORACE. Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. FROM SOPHOCLES. 'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. FROM SENECA. There can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, Than an unjust and wicked king. PSALM I DONE INTO VERSE, 1653. BLESSED is the man who hath not walk'd astray |