A Lover's Liberty. Away with those self-loving lads, For Cupid is a merry god, And forceth none to kiss the rod. My songs they be of Cynthia's praise, If Cynthia crave her ring of me, For Barney Bodkin. Barney Bodkin broke his nose. Crazy folks are always mad. B. Libertas in Amore. Ista Cupidineis nunqvam exhilarata sagittis Facessat hinc procul sibi turba placens iuvenum. Sintqve procul qvi flent et qvi suspiria ducunt, Formaeqve securae nimis qvos miser angit amor. Laetus amat risus hilares ludosqve Cupido, Nec cogit invitos suis subdere terga flagris. Me vatem vocat Ella suum; mea carmina poscit: Et feriatus annulis illius ornor amans. Illius inscribo nulla non arbore nomen, Nulloqve non idem die rite mihi legitur. Qva sibi rivalem credit certare Pudorem, Vinci Cupido nescius prodigiosa facit. Sin ut reddatur suus annulus imperet Ella, Iam nomen Ellae deleam cortice ab iliceo. Si qvondam cari fiducia fallat amoris, Anno salutandum semel praestet habere Nihil. Curritur a multis: unus fert praemia victor; Ineptus est qvisqvis vagum claudere vult cuculum. K. Ex Incerti Βαρνάβᾳ τῷ Βελονεῖ. Τῆς ῥινὸς ὁ Βελονεὺς κατέαγε Βαρνάβας R. S. Anacreontic. Underneath this myrtle shade, COWLEY. The Vanity of Life. When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat; Yet, fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit, Lies worse; DRYDEN. Anacreontica. Hoc sub tegmine myrteo Stratus purpurea sic temere in rosa, Vivis implicitus tempora floribus, Sicca qvid potius die Qvam fallam liqvido tristitiam mero? Bacchor, dius Amor vina dabit mihi : Plenos da cyathos, Amor, Miscentorque simul Laetitia et Lepos Festivaeqve Lubidines Clarorumqve Salus fons sacer ignium. R. B. Vita fallax. Esse qvid hoc dicam? Fraus est mera vita; sed ipse Mentitur peius: spondet nova gaudia semper, Gaudia, qvae nullis amphora promta dedit? EE K. Thy Days are done. Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Though thou art fallen, while we are free, The generous blood that flow'd from thee Thy name, our charging hosts along, Thy fall, the theme of choral song To weep would do thy glory wrong; Thou shalt not be deplored. Sigh no more, Ladies. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more: One foot on sea, one foot on shore; To one thing constant never. BYRON. SHAKSPEARE. |