HAIR, wax, rouge, honey, teeth, you buy A multifarious store! A mask at once would all supply, On a Thief. WHEN Aulus, the nocturnal thief, made prize Of our gymnastic sports we planted here, On Pedigree, from Epicharmus. My mother! if thou love me, name no more My My noble birth thou kill'st me. Thither fly, As to their only refuge, all from whom Nature withholds all good besides; they boast But whom hast thou beheld, or canst thou name Lives not; for how could such be born at all? Of all his kindred, one, who cannot trace On Envy. PITY, says the Theban Bard, Envy let me rather be Pity to distress is shewn: So So the Theban-But to shine By Philemon. OFT we enhance our ills by discontent, And magnifies a woe that might be less, Through dull despondence to his lot resigned, I By Moschus. Slept, when Venus enter'd: To my bed A Cupid in her beauteous hand she led, A bashful-seeming boy, and thus she said : Shepherd Shepherd receive my little one! I bring Such were my themes; my themes nought heeded he, The pangs that mortals and immortals prove His lessons I retain'd, and mine forgot. TT VOL. II. APPENDIX. APPENDIX. [No. 3.] TRANSLATIONS from HORACE and VIRGIL. THE FIFTH SATIRE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE. (Printed in Duncombe's Horace.) A humourous Description of the Author's Journey from Rome to Brudusium. 'TWAS a long journey lay before us, When I, and honest Heliodorus, Who far in point of rhetoric, Surpasses ev'ry living Greek, First at Aricia we alight, And there refresh, and pass the night, Than sumptuous, but I've met with worse. Thence o'er the causeway soft and fair To Appiiforum we repair. But as this road is well supply'd (Temptation strong!) on either side |