ON AN INFANT.

BEWAIL not much, my parents! me, the prey
Of ruthless Ades, and sepulchred here.

An infant, in my fifth scarce finish'd year,
He found all sportive, innocent, and gay,
Your young Callimachus; and if I knew
Not many joys, my griefs were also few.

BY HERACLIDES.

IN Cnidus born, the consort I became
Of Euphron. Aretimias was my name.
His bed I shared, nor proved a barren bride,
But bore two children at a birth, and died.
One child I leave to solace and uphold
Euphron hereafter, when infirm and old.
And one, for his remembrance sake, I bear
To Pluto's realm, till he shall join me there.

ON THE REED.

I was of late a barren plant,
Useless, insignificant,

Nor fig, nor grape, nor apple bore,
A native of the marshy shore;
But gather'd for poetic use,
And plunged into a sable juice,
Of which my modicum I sip

With narrow mouth and slender lip,

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At once, although by nature dumb,
All eloquent I have become,
And speak with fluency untired,
As if by Phoebus' self inspired.

TO HEALTH.

ELDEST born of powers divine!
Bless'd Hygeia! be it mine
To enjoy what thou canst give,
And henceforth with thee to live:
For in power if pleasure be,
Wealth, or numerous progeny,
Or in amorous embrace,
Where no spy infests the place;
Or in aught that heaven bestows
To alleviate human woes,
When the wearied heart despairs
Of a respite from its cares;
These and every true delight
Flourish only in thy sight;
And the sister Graces three

Owe, themselves, their youth to thee,
Without whom we may possess

Much, but never happiness.

ON INVALIDS.

FAR happier are the dead, methinks, than they Who look for death, and fear it every day.

ON THE ASTROLOGERS.

THE astrologers did all alike presage
My uncle's dying in extreme old age;
One only disagreed. But he was wise,
And spoke not till he heard the funeral cries.

ON AN OLD WOMAN.

MYCILLA dyes her locks, 'tis said;
But 'tis a foul aspersion ;

She buys them black; they therefore need
No subsequent immersion,

ON FLATTERERS,

No mischief worthier of our fear

In nature can be found
Than friendship, in oştent sincere,

But hollow and unsound.

For lull'd into a dangerous dream

We close infold a foe,

Who strikes, when most secure we seem,
The inevitable blow.

ON A TRUE FRIEND.

HAST thou a friend? Thou hast indeed
A rich and large supply,

Treasure to serve your every need,
Well managed, till you die.

ON THE SWALLOW.

ATTIC maid! with honey fed,

Bear'st thou to thy callow brood
Yonder locust from the mead,

Destined their delicious food?

Ye have kindred voices clear,
Ye alike unfold the wing,
Migrate hither, sojourn here,
Both attendant on the spring!

Ah, for pity drop the prize;

Let it not with truth be said,
That a songster gasps and dies,
That a songster may be fed.

ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH.

POOR in my youth, and in life's later scenes
Rich to no end, I curse my natal hour,

Who nought enjoy'd while young, denied the

means;

And nought when old enjoy'd, denied the power.

ON A BATH, BY PLATO.

DID Cytherea to the skies

From this pellucid lymph arise?

Or was it Cytherea's touch,

When bathing here, that made it such?

ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS.

WITH seeds and birdlime, from the desert air,
Eumelus gather'd free, though scanty, fare.
No lordly patron's hand he deign'd to kiss,
Nor luxury knew, save liberty, nor bliss.
Thrice thirty years he lived, and to his heirs
His seeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his snares.

ON NIOBE.

CHARON! receive a family on board
Itself sufficient for thy crazy yawl,
Apollo and Diana, for a word

By me too proudly spoken, slew us all.

ON A GOOD MAN.

TRAVELLER, regret not me; for thou shalt find Just cause of sorrow none in my decease,

Who, dying, children's children left behind,

And with one wife lived many a year in peace: Three virtuous youths espoused my daughters three, And oft their infants in my bosom lay, Nor saw I one, of all derived from me,

Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away. Their duteous hands my funeral rites bestow'd, And me, by blameless manners fitted well To seek it, sent to the serene abode

Where shades of pious men for ever dwell.