Νήνεμος Αἶα.

Νήνεμον ζητοῦμεν αἶαν· τίς πρόεισιν ἡγεμών; ἑσπέρα μελαντέροισι νέφεσι συσκιάζεται, πανταχῆ δ ̓ ἔρρωγεν ἀκτὴ ναυτικοῖς ἐρειπίοις· νήνεμον τίς ἡμὶν εἰς γῆν πρευμενῶς ἡγήσεται; νηνέμους ποθοῦμεν ἕδρας, παντελεῖς, ἀτέρμονας, ἀφθίτων καλῶν θ ̓ ἑῶα πνευμάτων ὀνείρατα· ὃς γὰρ ἐν βίου μάχαισιν ἔμπεδον στήσῃ πόδα, νήνεμον φέρει πρὸς αἶαν ἐλπίδος φίλον γάνος· χαῖρε γαῖα χαῖρ ̓· ὁ γάρ τοι πᾶσι τοῖς δυσαθλίοις ἠπιώτατος βροτοῖσιν ἐκ θεῶν πεπρωμένος προσκαλεῖ κήρυξ, σταθείς τε δᾷδ ̓ ἄνω κάτω τρέπων χειρὶ μαλθακῇ προφαίνει πρευμενῶς ἡγούμενος τῶν πάλαι κλεινῶν ἐς ἀκτὴν νηνέμου τ' αἴας πέδον.

K.

Amantis Votum.

Somnus in tua lumina,
Pax tibi fluat in sinum:
Somnus ipse forem lubens,
Ipse Pax, ita mellea

Dum qviete potirer.

K.

The Primrose.

Ask me why I send you here
This firstling of the infant year;
Ask me why I send to you

This primrose all bepearl'd with dew;
I straight will whisper in your ears,
The sweets of love are wash'd with tears.

Ask me why this flower doth show
So yellow, green, and sickly too;
Ask me why the stalk is weak,
And bending, yet it doth not break;
I must tell you, these discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover.

CAREW.

Serenade.

Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies:
And winking marybuds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With every thing that pretty bin;

My lady sweet, arise.

SHAKSPEARE.

Primula Veris.

Qvaeris cur tibi muneri

Sic anni dederim primitias novi,

Cur hic flos tibi venerit,

Primi veris honos, roribus emicans?

Qvas dat delicias Amor,

Illas, crede mihi, fletubus inrigat.Qvaeris cur ita pallidus

Aegrescat viridi lumine flosculus;

Culmo cur tenero nimis

Flectatur, neqve adhuc fractus humi cadat?

Haec te, crede mihi, docent

Ut

spes

inter Amor pendeat et metus.

Surgere iam Tempus.

Audisne? caeli iam canit ad fores
Alauda: iam sol deseruit torum,
Et flore sub clauso latentes

Suadet eqvos reserare fontes.

Iam semiapertos pandere calthulae
Gaudent ocellos: qvidqvid amat Venus
Iam surgit: O tandem morantes
Discutias, mea vita, somnos.

K.

R. S.

To the Redbreast.

Unheard in summer's flaring ray,

Pour forth thy notes, sweet singer,
Wooing the stillness of the autumn day;
Bid it a moment linger,
Nor fly

Too soon from winter's scowling eye.

The blackbird's song at eventide,

And her's who gay ascends,
Filling the heavens far and wide,
Are sweet; but none so blends
As thine

With calm decay and peace divine.

KEBLE.

Shylock.

B. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
To excuse the current of thy cruelty.

S. I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
B. Do all men kill the things they do not love?

S. Hates any man the thing he would not kill?
B. Every offence is not a hate at first.

S. What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee

twice?

SHAKSPEARE.

Ad Rubeculam.

O qvae muta sedes, sol ubi fervidis
Aestivum radiis occupat aera,
Nunc, arguta volucris,
Desuetum repara melos,

Auctumniqve diem compositam tuis
Capta carminibus, ne nimium cito
Torvae lumina brumae
Formidans fugiat retro.

Sub noctem merulae suave sonant modi;
Nec non suave sonant illius illius,
Qvae summas petit auras
Et lati spatia aetheris

Inplet laetitia: neutra tamen mihi
Tam morti placidae consona, tam piae
Concordare videtur

Paci qvam tua carmina.

R. B.

Vindicta.

Β. Ἀλλ ̓ οὐδὲ τοῦτο τοῦπος, ὦ σκληρὸν κάρα,
λύει σε μὴ οὐχὶ λῆμ ̓ ἀθώπευτον κλύειν.
Σ. οὐ δεῖ με φωνεῖν πάντα σοὶ πρὸς ἡδονήν.
Β. ἔκτεινε γάρ τις εὐθέως ἃ μὴ φίλ ̓ ᾖ ;
Σ. ἤχθηρε γάρ τις ταῦθ ̓ ἃ μὴ κτείνειν θέλει ;
Β. οὐ πᾶν γε νεῖκος εἰς ἅπαξ ἐχθραν φύει.
Σ. δὶς γὰρ σὺ πληγείης ἂν ἐξ ὄφεως ἑκών;

T. C. B.

BB