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
On faith, and changed gods, complain; and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms

Unwonted, shall admire.

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who, always vacant, always amiable,

Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful! Hapless they,

[vow'd

To whom thou, untried, seem'st fair! Me, in my
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.

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,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old;
Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend
Thy course; there shalt thou find a lasting seat:
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.

FROM DANTE.

Ан, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope received of thee!

FROM DANTE.

FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn,
Impudent whore! where hast thou placed thy hope!
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.

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
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause?
But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood,
Sees his foul inside through his whited skin.

FROM EURIPIDES.

THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men,
Having to advise the public, may speak free;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise ·
Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace:
What can be juster in a state like this?

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
In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat.
Jehovah's law is ever his

But in the great delight,

And in his law he studies, day and night.
He shall be as a tree which, planted, grows
By watery streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which, fann'd,
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,

Nor sinners in the assembly of just men;
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

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
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,
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 ful

low

With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse,
Like to a potter's vessel, shiver'd so.

And now be wise at length, ye kings avers
Be taught, ye judges of the earth; with leur
Jehovah serve, and let your joy convers
With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he app
In anger, and ye perish in the way;

If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sent
Happy all those who have in him their stay

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:
No help for him in God there lies.

But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story,