Away they came, through thick and thin, Our Courtier walks from difh to dish, Agreftem pepulere, domo levis exfilit : inde "That Jelly's rich, this Malmsey healing, "Pray dịp your Whiskers and your Tail in." He stuffs and fwills, and stuffs again. Continuatque dapes : nec non verniliter ipfis 205 210 215 BOOK A GAIN? new Tumults in my breast? As in the gentle Reign of my Queen Anne. Nor circle fober fifty with thy Charms ! Mother too fierce of dear Defires! Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires. To Number five direct your Doves, There spread round Murray all your blooming Loves; Ad VENEREM. NTERMISSA, Venus, diu IN Rurfus bella moves? parce precor, precor. Non fum qualis eram bonae Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium Mater faeva Cupidinum, Circa luftra decem flectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis: abi Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces, Tempeftivius in domum Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus, Noble Noble and young, who ftrikes the heart To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend. Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each Rival shall submit, Make but his Riches equal to his Wit. Then shall thy Form the Marble grace, (Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face: His House, embosom'd in the Grove, Sacred to focial life and social love, Shall glitter o'er the pendent green, Where Thames reflects the vifionary scene: Thither, the filver-founding lyres Shall call the fmiling Loves, and young Defires; Commiffabere Maximi; Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens, Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium, Late figna feret militiae tuae. Et, quandoque potentior Largis muneribus riferit aemuli, Albanos prope te lacus Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea Illic plurima naribus Duces thura; lyraque et Berecynthiae There, There, every Grace and Muse shall throng, For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. The still-believing, still renew'd defire; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl, And all the kind Deceivers of the foul; Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear? Abfent I follow through th' extended Dream; Now Delectabere tibia Mixtis carminibus, non fine fistula. Illic bis pueri die Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido In morem Salium ter quatient humum. Me nec femina, nec puer Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui, Nec certare juvat mero Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur Manat rara meas lacryma per genas? |