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THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE,
What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire !
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they,
My dank and dropping weeds
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
BRUTUS thus addresses Diana in the country of
LEOGECIA. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk’st on the rowling spheres, and through the
deep; On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest, thou bidst me seek, What certain scat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires.
To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers
in a vision the same night.. Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide, Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies, Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old ; Now void, it fits thy people : Thither bend Thy course : there sıralt thou find a lasting seat; There to thy sons another Troy shall rise, And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.
Ah Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Founded in chaste and humble poverty,
Then pass'd he to a flowery mountain green,
Whom do we count a good man? Whom but he
This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
Laughing, to teach the truth,
Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can,
FROM SOPHOCLES, 'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
There can be slain
DONE INTO VERSE, 1653.
BLESSED is the man who hath not walk'd astray