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Return Alpheus, the dread voice is palt,
The tufted crow-toe, and pale jesfamine,
flow'r that fad embroidery wears :
Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more,
166 Sunk though he be beneath the watry floor ;
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
Thus sang the uncouth fwain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray, He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, 190 And now was dropt into the western bay ; At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue : To morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new,
On the new forcers of conscience under the Long
you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgyx To feise the widow'd whore Plurality
From them whose fin ye envied, not abhorrd, Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword
S To force our consciences that Christ set free, And ride us with a classic hierarchy Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford ? Men whose life, learning, faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Must now be nam’d and printed Heretics - By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call :
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
That so the Parlament May with their wholfome and preventive fhears 16 Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears,
And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Prefbyter is but Old Priest writ large.
The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I.
Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa, rendred almoft word for word without rime, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit,
Hat slender youth bedew'd with liquid odors
Courts thee on roses in some pleasantcave, Pyrrha? for whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he $ On faith and changed Gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted shall admire !
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they To whom thou untry'd seem'ftfair. Mein my vow'd Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung My dank and dropping weeds
$ To the stern God of sea.
Ad Ad PYRRHAM. ODE V.
Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragia
enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat else miferos.
UIS multa gracilis te puer in rosa
Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus,
Cui flavam religas comam
Nigris æquora ventis
Fallacis. Miseri quibus