TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. Quis multo gracilis te puer in rosa, rendered almost word for word, without rhyme, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit. WHAT slender youth, bedewed 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; Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vowed Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung My dark and dropping weeds To the stern God of sea. ΙΟ FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of Leogecia. GODDESS of shades, and huntress! who at will 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 ARIOSTO. THEN passed he to a flowery mountain green, 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. FROM SOPHOCLES. 'Tis 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, Than an unjust and wicked king. BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray In counsel of the wicked, and in the way Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat But in the great And in his law he studies day and night. PSALM II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. TERZETTE. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations 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 Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then severe 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 Sion, my holy hill. A firm decree I will declare: the Lord to me hath said, The Heathen; and as thy conquest to be swayed If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. 10 20 PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653. WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those That in arms against me rise! Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say, No help for him in God there lies. The exalter of my head I count; Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied And heard me from his holy mount. ΤΟ |