BEWARE, my friend! of crystal brook, Or fountain, lest that hideous hook, Thy nose, thou chance to see; Narcissus' fate would then be thine, And self-detested thou wouldst pine, As self-enamour'd he.
HAIR, wax, rouge, honey, teeth you buy, A multifarious store!
A mask at once would all supply, Nor would it cost you more.
WHEN Aulus, the nocturnal thief, made prize Of Hermes, swift-wing'd envoy of the skies, Hermes, Arcadia's king, the thief divine, Who when an infant stole Apollo's kine, And whom, as arbiter and overseer Of our gymnastic sports, we planted here; "Hermes," he cried, "you meet no new disaster; Ofttimes the pupil goes beyond his master."
My mother! if thou love me, name no more My noble birth! Sounding at every breath My noble birth, thou kill'st me. Thither fly, As to their only refuge, all from whom Nature withholds all good besides; they boast Their noble birth, conduct us to the tombs Of their forefathers, and, from age to age Ascending, trumpet their illustrious race: But whom hast thou beheld, or canst thou name Derived from no forefathers? Such a man
Lives not; for how could such be born at all? And if it chance that, native of a land Far distant, or in infancy deprived
Of all his kindred, one, who cannot trace His origin, exist, why deem him sprung From baser ancestry than theirs who can ? My mother! he whom nature at his birth Endow'd with virtuous qualities, although An Ethiop and a slave, is nobly born.
PITY, says the Theban bard, From my wishes I discard;
Envy, let me rather be,
Rather far, a theme for thee!
Pity to distress is shown, Envy to the great alone- So the Theban-But to shine Less conspicuous be mine! I prefer the golden mean, Pomp and penury between ; For alarm and peril wait Ever on the loftiest state, And the lowest to the end Obliquy and scorn attend.
I SLEPT when Venus enter'd: to my bed A Cupid in her beauteous hand she led, A bashful seeming boy, and thus she said:
Shepherd, receive my little one! I bring An untaught love, whom thou must teach to sing." She said, and left him. I, suspecting nought, Many a sweet strain my subtle pupil taught, How reed to reed Pan first with osier bound, How Pallas form'd the pipe of softest sound, How Hermes gave the lute, and how the quire Of Phoebus owe to Phoebus' self the lyre. Such were my themes; my themes nought heeded But ditties sang of amorous sort to me, The pangs that mortals and immortals prove From Venus' influence, and the darts of love. Thus was the teacher by the pupil taught; His lessons I retain'd, and mine forgot.
OFT we enhance our ills by discontent, And give them bulk beyond what nature meant. A parent, brother, friend deceased, to cry— "He's dead indeed, but he was born to die"- Such temperate grief is suited to the size And burthen of the loss; is just and wise. But to exclaim, "Ah! wherefore was I born, Thus to be left for ever thus forlorn?" Who thus laments his loss invites distress, And magnifies a woe that might be less, Through dull despondence to his lot resign'd, And leaving reason's remedy behind.
EPIGRAMS TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN OF OWEN.
ON ONE IGNORANT AND ARROGANT.
THOU mayst of double ignorance boast, Who know'st not that thou nothing know'st.
PRUDENT SIMPLICITY.
THAT thou mayst injure no man, dovelike be, And serpentlike, that none may injure thee!
TO A FRIEND IN DISTRESS.
I WISH thy lot, now bad, still worse, my friend; For when at worst, they say, things always mend.
THE works of ancient bards divine, Aulus, thou scorn'st to read; And should posterity read thine, It would be strange indeed!
WHEN little more than boy in age, I deem'd myself almost a sage: But now seem worthier to be stiled, For ignorance, almost a child.
SUNSET AND SUNRISE.
CONTEMPLATE, when the sun declines, Thy death with deep reflection! And when again he rising shines, Thy day of resurrection!
TRANSLATIONS FROM THE FABLES
LEPUS MULTIS AMICUS.
Lusus amicitia est, uni nisi dedita, ceu fit, Simplice ni nexus fœdere, lusus amor. Incerto genitore puer, non sæpe paternæ Tutamen novit, deliciasque domûs: Quique sibi fidos fore multos sperat, amicus, Mirum est huic misero si ferat ullus opem.
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