THE MOURNING MUSE OF THESTYLIS.

His lips waxt pale and wan,

Like damafk roses bud

Caft from the stalk; or like
In field to purple flowre,
Which languifheth, being shred
By culter as it past.

Catullus, XI. 22.

Virgil, Æn. IX. 435.

Purpureus veluti cum flos fuccifus aratro
Languefcit moriens.

Statius, Silv. III, 11. 128.

Qualia pallentes déclinant lilia culmos, Pubentefque rofæ primos moriuntur ad auftros, Aut uti verna novis expirat purpura pratis.

IBID.

The fun his lightsom beams

Did shroud, and hide his face
For grief, whereby the earth
Fear'd night eternally :

The mountains eke were shook,
The rivers turn'd their streams,
And th' air 'gan, winter-like,
To rage and fret apace :
And grifly ghofts by night
Were seen, and fiery gleams
Amids the clouds with claps
Of thunder, that did seem
To rent the skies, and made
Both man and beast afeard.

The birds of ill prefage

This lucklefs chance foretold

By dernful noife, and dogs

With howling made men deem
Some mifchief was at hand.

From Virgil, Georg. I. 466.

Ille etiam extinto miferatus Cæfare Romam,
Cum caput obfcura nitidum ferrugine texit,
Inpiaque æternam timuerunt fæcula noctem.-
Tempore quamquam illo tellus quoque et æquora ponti,
Obfcanique canes, importunæque volucres
Signa dabant, &c.

IBID.

Which made them eftfoons fear

The days of Pyrrha fhould
Of creatures fpoil the earth.

Horace,

Horace, Carm. I. 11. 5.

Terruit gentes, grave ne rediret

Seculum Pyrrha.

THE RUINES OF TIME.

How many great ones may remembred be,
Which in their days most famously did flourish;
Of whom no word we hear, nor fign we fee,
But as things wip'd out with a spunge do perish,
Because they, living, cared not to cherish

He ought rather to have faid, How many great ones have there been.

Horace, Carm. IV. 1x. 25.

Vixêre fortes ante .Agamemnona
Multi; fed omnes illacrimabiles
Urgentur, ignotique longa
Note, carent quia vate facro.

IBID.

Speaking of the Muses:

So whilom raised they the puiffant brood

Of golden-girt Alcmena

So rais'd they eke fair Leda's warlike twins.

Horace, IV. VIII. 28.

Dignum laude virum Mufa vetat mori:
Calo Mufa beat. Sic Jovis intereft
Optatis epulis impiger Hercules;
Clarum Tyndaride fidus ab infimis
Quaffas eripiunt æquoribus rates.

IBID.

Such one Maufolus made, the world's great wonder, But now no remnant doth thereof remain:

All fuch vain monuments of earthly mass, Devour'd of Time, in time to nought do pass,

Maufolus did not make his own monument: his wife erected it for him. The Poet fhould have faid,

Such one Maufolus bad.

IBID.

For not to have been dipt in Lethé lake
Could fave the fon of Thetis from to die;
But that blind Bard did him immortal make,
With verfes, dipt in dew of Caftalie.

The lines are elegant; but he fhould have said,

For not to have been dipt in Stygian lake.

IBID.

Which made the Eaftern Conqueror to cry,
O fortunate young man, whofe vertue found
So brave a tromp, thy noble acts to found!

Alexander Achillem prædicabat felicem, quod tantum virtutis fuæ præconem inveniffet. Freinshemius, Suppl. in Q Curtium, I. 4.

IBID.

Not that great arch, which Trajan edifide,
To be a wonder to all age enfuing,

Was matchable to this in equal viewing.

Trajan's ftone bridge over the Danube was a most surprising work, which Dion Caffius fays could never be enough admired. See Lipfius, De Magn. Roman, III. 13.

IBID.

At last, when all his mourning melody
He ended had, that both the fhores refounded,
Feeling the fit that him forewarn'd to die,
With loftly flight about the earth he bounded,
And out of fight to highest heaven mounted.

Should it not be above? He fpeaks of a swan.