TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. 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, Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, [vow'd To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my To the stern god of sea. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of Leogecia: GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will [deep; Walk'st on the rowling spheres, and through the On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night: Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide, FROM DANTE. AH, Constantine! of how much ill was cause, FROM DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, [horn, 'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy FROM ARIOSTO. [hope? THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously: This was the gift, if you the truth will have, FROM HORACE. WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he' FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace. FROM HORACE. JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. "TIS FROM SOPHOCLES. you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. FROM SENECA. THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, PSALM I. Done into verse, 1653. BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray PSALM II. Done August 8, 1653. Terzette. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Messiah dear? Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He, who in heaven doth dwell, [severe, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then, Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Zion, my holy hill. A firm decree I will declare the Lord to me hath said, Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day: ask of me, and the grant is made; As thy possession I on thee bestow The heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse And now be wise at length, ye kings averse; In If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay! PSALM III. August 9, 1653. When he fled from Absalom. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those, |