The boughs of Lotos, form'd into a wreath. This Monument, thy Maiden beauties due, High on a Plane tree shall be hung to view : On the smooth rind the Passenger shall see Thy Name ingrav'd, and worship Helens Tree: Balm, from a Silver box distill'd around Shall all bedew the roots, and scent the sacred ground. The balm, 'tis true, can aged Plants prolong, But Helens name will keep it ever young. Hail Bride, hail Bridegroom, son in Law to Jove! 80 With fruitful joys Latona bless your Love! Let Venus furnish you with full desires, Add vigour to your wills, and fuel to your fires! Almighty Jove augment your wealthy store, Give much to you, and to his Grandsons more ! From generous Loyns a generous Race will spring, Each Girl, like her, a Queen; each Boy, like you, a King. Now sleep if sleep you can; but while you rest, Sleep close, with folded arms, and breast to breast: Rise in the morn; but oh before you rise, 90 Forget not to perform your morning Sacrifice. We will be with you e're the crowing Cock Salute the light, and struts before his feather'd Flock. Hymen, oh Hymen, to thy Triumphs run, And view the mighty spoils thou hast in Battle won. THE DESPAIRING LOVER, FROM THE TWENTY-THIRD IDYLLIUM OF THEOCRITUS. WITH inauspicious love, a wretched Swain No word she spoke, she scorn'd ev'n to deny. So she, to shun his Toyls, her cares imploy'd, Her eyes to sparkle fires to Love unknown: THE DESPAIRING LOVER. Text from the original of 1685. Too well thou show'st thy Pedigree from Stone: Thy Grandames was the first by Pyrrha thrown: Unworthy thou to be so long desir'd ; Betwixt my ling'ring Love and loathsome life: This moment puts an end to all my pain; I go th' extreamest remedy to prove, Farewell, ye never-opening Gates, ye Stones, And whiter Snow in minutes melts away: 60 A weighty Stone (the labour of a Team) 90 And rais'd from thence he reach'd the Neighbouring Beam: Around its bulk a sliding knot he throws, And fitted to his Neck the fatal noose: Then spurning backward, took a swing, 'till death Crept up, and stopp'd the passage of his Breath. The bounce burst ope the door; the Scornful Fair Relentless lookt, and saw him beat his quivering feet in Air, Nor wept his fate, nor cast a pitying eye, Nor took him down, but brusht regardless by: And, as she pass'd, her chance or fate was such, 100 Her Garments toucht the dead, polluted by the touch. Next to the dance, thence to the Bath did TRANSLATIONS FROM LUCRETIUS. LUCRETIUS THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST BOOK. Delight of Humane kind, and Gods above, | Since then the race of every living thing Of all that breaths, the various progeny, Stung with delight, is goaded on by thee. O're barren Mountains, o're the flowery. Plain, The leafy Forest, and the liquid Main Extends thy uncontroul'd and boundless reign. Through all the living Regions dost thou move, And scatter'st, where thou goest, the kindly seeds of Love: spring Without thy warmth, without thy influence bear, 30 Or beautiful, or lovesome can appear; And kindle with thy own productive fire To Memmius, under thy sweet influence born, Whom thou with all thy gifts and graces dost adorn. 40 The rather then assist my Muse and me, And lull the listning world in universal peace To thee Mankind their soft repose must owe; move, Involv'd and fetter'd in the links of Love, FROM LUCRETIUS. Text from the original of With winning eloquence our peace implore, 1685. And quiet to the weary World restore. LUCRETIUS THE BEGINNING OF THE SECOND BOOK. 'Tis pleasant, safely to behold from shore roar: Not that anothers pain is our delight; But pains unfelt produce the pleasing sight. 'Tis pleasant also to behold from far The moving Legions mingled in the War: But much more sweet thy lab'ring steps) to guide To Vertues heights, with wisdom well supply'd, And all the Magazins of Learning fortifi'd :) From thence to look below on humane kind, 10 Bewilder'd in the Maze of Life, and blind : To see vain fools ambitiously contend For Wit and Pow'r; their last endeavours bend T'outshine each other, waste their time and health In search of honour, and pursuit of wealth. O wretched man! in what a mist of Life, Inclos'd with dangers and with noisie strife, He spends his little Span; And overfeeds His cramm'd desires with more than nature needs! 20 For Nature wisely stints our appetite, And craves no more than undisturb'd delight: Which minds unmix'd with cares, and fears, obtain ; A Soul serene, a body void of pain. state Of Voices, from the vaulted roofs rebound; Yet on the grass, beneath a poplar shade, By the cool stream our careless limbs are lay'd; With cheaper pleasures innocently bless'd, When the warm Spring with gaudy flow'rs is dress'd. Nor will the rageing Feavours fire abate, With Golden Canopies and Beds of State: But the poor Patient will as soon be sound 40 On the hard mattrass, or the Mother ground. Then since our Bodies are not eas'd the more By Birth, or Pow'r, or Fortunes wealthy store, 'Tis plain, these useless toyes of every kind As little can relieve the lab'ring mind: Unless we could suppose the dreadful sight Of marshall'd Legions moving to the fight, Cou'd, with their sound and terrible array, Expel our fears, and drive the thoughts of death away; But, since the supposition vain appears, 50 Since clinging cares, and trains of inbred fears, Are not with sounds to be affrighted thence, But in the midst of Pomp pursue the Prince, Not aw'd by arms, but in the presence bold, THE LATTER PART OF THE THIRD BOOK OF LUCRETIUS; AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH. What has this Bugbear Death to frighten | Has come betwixt, where memory lies dead, And all the wandring motions from the sense are fled. Man, If Souls can die, as well as Bodies can ? For the debated Empire of the World, So, when our mortal frame shall be disjoyn'd, The lifeless Lump uncoupled from the mind, From sense of grief and pain we shall be free; 11 We shall not feel, because we shall not Be. Though Earth in Seas, and Seas in Ileav'n were lost, We shou'd not move, we only shou'd be tost. Nay, ev'n suppose when we have suffer'd Fate, The Soul cou'd feel, in her divided state, What's that to us? for we are only we While Souls and Bodies in one frame agree. Nay, tho' our Atomsshou'd revolve by chance, And matter leape into the former dance; 20 Tho' time our life and motion cou'd restore, And make our Bodies what they were before, What gain to us wou'd all this bustle bring? The new-made Man wou'd be another thing; When once an interrupting pause is made, That individual Being is decay'd. We, who are dead and gone, shall bear no part In all the pleasures, nor shall feel the smart, Which to that other Mortal shall accrew, Whom, of our Matter Time shall mould 40 For whosoe're shall in misfortunes live, Must Be, when those misfortunes shall arrive; And since the Man who Is not, feels not woe, (For death exempts him and wards off the blow, Which we, the living, only feel and bear) What is there left for us in Death to fear? When once that pause of life has come between, 'Tis just the same as we had never been. And therefore if a Man bemoan his lot, That after death his mouldring limbs shall rot, 50 Or flames, or jaws of Beasts devour his Mass, 60 What Wolf or Vulture shall devour me dead, Or drench'd in floods of honey to be soak'd, Imbalm'd to be at once preserv'd and choak’d; 71 Or on an ayery Mountains top to lie, From thy Chast Wife, and thy dear prattling |