TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. 1 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? Oh, how oft shall he Unwonted, shall admire. 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 FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. Brutus thus addresses Diana in the County of Leogecia. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep: On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest thou bidd'st me seek What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires. 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. Ан, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, FROM DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, FROM ARIOSTO. 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. That Constantine to good Sylvester gave. 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. PSALM 1. (Done into verse 1653.) BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray But in the great delight, And in his law he studies, day and night. Nor sinners in the assembly of just men; 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, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them: then severe, Speak to them in his wrath, and, in his fell I will declare, the Lord to me hath said, The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring ful low With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse, And now be wise at length, ye kings avers If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sent PSALM III. (August 9, 1653.)-When he fled from Absalon. 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: But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory, |