- Seafons revolve, and disappear;

Hours, quick fucceffion! come and fly:
Each fleeting day, each changeful year,
Proclaims to man Mortality.
Rough Winter melts with vernal gales;
These yield to Summer's scorching ray:
Then Autumn pours his fruits, and fails,
Dethron'd by Winter's circling sway.

Thus Seafons foon revolve, and foon

Night flies the glittering fhafts of Morn:
Earth fades and blooms; the waning Moon
Fills with new light her filver horn:

When once frail Man resigns his breath,
The rich, the virtuous, and the wife!
All-darkling in the cell of Death

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Then bid adieu! to cares and ftrife;

Thy foul let feftive pleasures chear :

Infuse with mirth the cup of life,

Nor heed thy disappointed heir.

When gloomy Death shall interpose ·

His fhroud betwixt this fun and thee;
When the ftern Judge with pomp disclose,

And folemn voice, his juft decree ;
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Infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum

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Liberat Hippolytum:

Nec Lethæa valet Thefeus abrumpere caro

Vincula Pirithoo

Nor eloquence, nor fplendid birth,
Will then avail to change thy doom:
Not Virtue warms the clay-cold earth 7
Or opes the portals of the tomb.

A Goddess great, a hero brave,

Found love alike and friendship vain.:
Her votary chafte fhe could not fave,
He burft his friend's Lethæan chain.

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ECLOGA DECIMA.

EXTREMUM hunc, Arethufa, mihi concede laborem.

Pauca meo Gallo, fed quæ legat ipfa Lycoris,

Carmina funt dicenda: neget quis carmina Gallo?

Sic tibi, quum fluctus fubterlabere Sicanos,
Doris amara fuam non intermisceat undam.
Incipe. Sollicitos Galli dicamus amores,
Dum tenera adtondent fimæ virgulta capellæ.
Non canimus furdis: refpondent omnia filvæ.

Quæ nemora, aut qui vos faltus habuere, puellæ
Naïdes, indigno quum Gallus amore periret à
Nam neque Parnafi vobis juga, nam neque Pindi

Ulla moram fecere, neque Aoniæ Aganippæ.

Illum etiam lauri, etiam flevere myrice:

VIRGI L.

ECLOGUE X.

INDULGE this laft short lay, Sicilian maid!
This last short lay to Gallus fhall be paid;
Nor let Lycoris the fad song disdain :

What Mufe to Gallus can deny her strain ?

So may thy ftreams thro' depths of Ocean glide,
Pure from the tincture of his ambient tide!

Begin. My Gallus! be thy hapless love

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The theme; while browse my goats, the budding grove.
Nor to the deaf our plaintive notes we fing;
The woods will answer, and their ecchos ring.
Oh! say, ye Naiads! what fequefter'd glade
In that fad hour your loitering steps delaid?
That hour, what lawns embowering caus'd your stay,
When Gallus pin'd with hopeless love away?
No hill of Pindus, no Parnaffian mount,
Detain'd you then; nor Aganippe's fount.

Each fhrub, each laurel, dumb compaffion fhew;
And bow their dew-pearl'd heads in fign of woe.

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