Thus footh'd and reconcil'd, each seeks

The fairest British fair,

The feat of empire is her cheeks,

They reign united there..

IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.

HEU inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,

Quam raro pulchræ, pulchra placere potest?

Sed fines ultrà folitos difcordia tendit,

Cum flores ipfos bilis et ira movent.

2.

Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitofque receffûs,
Se rapit in partes gens animofa duas,
Hic fibi regales amarylis candida cultûs,

Illic purpureo vindicat ore rofa,

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3.

Ira rofam et meritis quæfita fuperbia tangunt,
Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda finû,

Dum fibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatum,
Jufque fuum, multo carmine fulta, probat.

4..

Altior emicat illa, et celfo vertice nutat,
Ceu flores inter non habitura parem,
Faftiditque alios, et nata videtur in ufûs-
Imperii, fceptrum, Flora quod ipfa gerat.

5.

Nec Dea non fenfit civilis murmura rixæ,
Cui curæ eft pictas pandere ruris opes.
Deliciafque fuas nunquam non prompta tueri,
Dum licet et locus eft, ut tueatur, adest.

6.

Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,
Et tibi, principibus qui folet effe, color,
Et donec vincat quædam formofior ambas,
Et tibi reginæ nomen, et efto tibi.

7.

His ubi fedatus furor eft, petit utraque nympham

Qualem inter Veneres Anglia fola parit,

Hanc penés imperium eft, nihil optant amplius, hujus

Regnant in nitidis, et fine lite, genis.

THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.

A Nightingale that all day long
Had cheer'd the village with his fong,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when even tide was ended,
Began to feel as well he might
The keen demands of appetite;
When looking eagerly around,
He fpied far off upon the ground,
A fomething shining in the dark,

And knew the glow-worm by his spark,

So

So stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop ;
The worm aware of his intent,

Harangu'd him thus right eloquent.

Did you admire my lamp, quoth he,
As much as I your minstrelsy,

You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to fpoil your fong,
For 'twas the felf-fame power divine,
Taught you to fing, and me to fhine,
That you with mufic, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night.
The fongfter heard his fhort oration,
And warbling out his approbation,
Releas'd him as my story tells,
And found a fupper fomewhere else,

Hence jarring fectaries may learn,

Their real int'reft to difcern:

That brother should not war with brother,

And worry and devour each other,

But fing and shine by sweet confent,
'Till life's poor tranfient night is spent,
Refpecting in each other's cafe

The gifts of nature and of grace.

Thofe chriftians beft deferve the name
Who ftudiously make peace their aim;
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps and him that flies.

VO TU M.

O matutini rores, auræque falubres, O nemora, et lætæ rivis felicibus herbæ, Graminei colles, et amænæ in vallibus umbræ ! Fata modó dederint quas olim in rure paterno Delicias, procul arte, procul formidine novi, Quam vellem ignotus, quod mens mea femper avebat,

Ante larem proprium placidam expectare fenec

tam,

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