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THE MOURNING MUSE OF THESTYLIS.
His lips waxt pale and wang
Like damask roses bud
In field to purple flowre,
By culter as it paft.
velut prati Ultimi fios, prætereunte poftquam
Fražius aratro eft.
Virgil, Æn. IX. 435.
Purpureus veluti cum flos fuccifus aratro
Qualiä pallentes declinant lilia culmos,
I B I D.
The sun his lightsom beams
Did shroud, and hide his face
The mountains eke were shook,
The rivers turn’d their streams,
Were seen, and fiery gleams
Of thunder, that did seem
Both man and beast afeard.
This luckless chance foretold
With howling made men deem
Frøın Virgil, Georg. I. 466.
I B 1 D.
Which made them eftsoons fear
The days of Pyrrha should
Horace, Carm. I. 11. 5.
Terruit gentes, grave ne rediret
THE RUINES OF TIME.
How many great ones may remembred be,
No gentle wits ? He ought rather to have said, How many great ones bave there been.
Horace, Carm. IV. IX. 25.
Vixêre fortes ante .Agamemnona
No&te, carent quia vate sacro.
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Speaking of the Muses :
So whilom raised they the puissant brood
Horace, IV. vill. 28.
Dignum laude virum Mufa vetat iori :
IB Í D.
Such one Mausolus made, the world's great wonder, But now no remnant doth thereof remain :
All such vain monuments of earthly mass, Devour'd of Time, in time to nought do país,
Maufolus did not make his own monuinent : his wife erected it for him. The Poet should have
Such one Mausolus bad.
I B I D.
For not to have been dipt in Lethé lake
With verses, dipt in dew of Caftalie.
For not to have been dipt in Stygian lake.
I B I D.
Which made the Eastern Conqueror to cry,
O fortunate young man, whose vertue found
So brave a tromp, thy noble acts to found! Alexander Acbillem prædicabat felicem, quod tantum virtutis fuæ præconem invenisset. Freinshemius, Suppl. in Q. Curtium, I. 4.
I BI D.
Not that great arch, which Trajan edifide,
To be a wonder to all age ensuing,
Was matchable to this in equal viewing. Trajan's stone bridge over the Danube was a most surprising work, which Dion Caffius says could never be enough admired. See Lipfius, De Magn. Roman, III. 13.
At laft, when all his mourning melody
And out of fight to highest heaven mounted.