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To his worthy Friend Master EVELYN,
Upon his Tranflation of LUCRETIUS.

UCRETIUS (with a ftork-like fate,
Born and tranflated in a state)

Comes to proclaim in English verse,
No monarch rules the universe :

But chance and atoms make this ALL
In order democratical;

Where bodies freely run their course,
Without defign, or fate, or force.
And this in fuch a ftrain he fings,
As if his Mufe, with Angels' wings,
Had foar'd beyond our utmost sphere,
And other worlds difcover'd there.
For his immortal, boundless wit,
To nature does no bounds permit;
But boldly has remov'd those bars

Of heaven, and earth, and seas, and stars,
By which they were before suppos'd,

By narrow wits, to be inclos'd;

Till his free Mufe threw down the pale,
And did at once difpark them all.

So vaft this argument did feem,
That the wife author did esteem
The Roman language (which was spread
O'er the whole world, in triumph led)
A tongue too narrow to unfold

The wonders which he would have told.

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This fpeaks thy glory, noble friend! And British language does commend For here,. Lucretius whole we find, His words, his mufic, and his mind. Thy art has to our country brought All that he writ, and all he thought. Ovid translated, Virgil too,

Shew'd long fince what our tongue could do:
Nor Lucan we, nor Horace fpar'd;

Only Lucretius was too hard.
Lucretius, like a Fort, did stand
Untouch'd; till your victorious hand
Did from his head this garland bear,
Which now upon your own you wear.
A garland! made of fuch new bays,
And fought in fuch untrodden ways;
As no man's temples e'er did crown,
Save this great author's, and your own.

To his worthy Friend Sir THOMAS HIGGONS, Upon his Tranflation of the VENETIAN TRIUMPH.

THE

winged lion's not fo fierce in fight,

As Liberi's hạnd presents him to our sight:
Nor would his pencil make him half so fierce,
Or roar fo loud, as Bufinello's verse :

But

your tranflation does all three excel, The fight, the piece, and lofty Businel.

*The Arms of Venice,

As their small gallies may not hold

compare

With our tall fhips, whofe fails employ more air:
So does th' Italian to your genius veil,

Mov'd with a fuller and a nobler gale.

Thus, while your Muse spreads the Venetian story,
You make all Europe emulate her glory :

You make them blush, weak Venice should defend
The cause of heaven, while they for words contend;
Shed Chriftian blood, and populous cities rafe,
Because they're taught to use some different phrase.
If, liftening to your charms, we could our jars
Compofe, and on the Turk discharge these wars;
Our British arms the facred tomb might wrest
From Pagan hands, and triumph o'er the east:
And then you might our own high deeds recite,
And with great Taffo celebrate the fight.

* VERSES TO DR. GEORGE ROGERS, On his taking the Degree of Doctor in Phyfic at Padua, in the Year 1664.

WHEN as of old the earth's bold children ftrove,

With hills on hills, to scale the throne of Jove;

Pallas and Mars ftood by their fovereign's fide,
And their bright arms in his defence employ'd :

While

*This little Poem (firft inferted among Waller's Works in 1772) was printed, together with feveral others on the fame occafion, by Dr. Rogers, along

While the wife Phoebus, Hermes, and the rest,
Who joy in peace, and love the Muses best,
Defcending from their fo diftemper'd feat,
Our groves and meadows chofe for their retreat.
There firft Apollo try'd the various use

Of herbs, and learn'd the virtues of their juice,
And fram'd that Art, to which who can pretend
A jufter title than our noble Freind;

Whom the like tempeft drives from his abode,
And like employment entertains abroad?
This crowns him here; and in the bays fo earn'd,
His country's honour is no lefs concern'd;
Since it appears not all the English rave,
To ruin bent: fome ftudy how to fave;
And as Hippocrates did once extend
His facred art, whole cities to amend;

So we, brave Freind, fuppofe that thy great skill,
Thy gentle mind, and fair example, will,
At thy return, reclaim our frantic ifle,

Their spirits calm, and peace again shall smile.
EDM. WALLER, Anglus.

with his inaugural exercise at Padua; and afterwards in the fame manner re-published by him at London, together with his Harveian Oration before the College of Physicians, in the year 1682, while Mr. Waller was yet living. Though the above verfes were first printed in 1664, they seem to have been written before the Reftoration, as appears from the lines towards the con

clufion.

STOCKDALE.

CHLORIS AND

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HYLA S.

Made to a Saraband.

CHLORIS.

YLAS, oh Hylas! why fit we mute,
Now that each bird faluteth the spring?
Wind up the flacken'd ftrings of thy lute,
Never canft thou want matter to fing:
For love thy breaft does fill with fuch a fire,
That whatfoe'er is fair moves thy defire.

HYLA S.

Sweetest! you know, the sweetest of things
Of various flowers the bees do compose:
Yet no particular taste it brings

Of violet, woodbine, pink, or rofe:
So, love the refult is of all the graces
Which flow from a thoufand feveral faces.

CHLORIS.

Hylas the birds which chaunt in this grove,
Could we but know the language they use,
They would inftruct us better in love,
And reprehend thy inconftant Muse:

For love their breasts does fill with such a fire,
That what they once do chufe, bounds their defire.

HYLA S.

Chloris! this change the birds do approve,
Which the warm season hither does bring:

Time from yourself does further remove

You, than the winter from the gay spring:

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