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 ODES; 
 
 OR 
 
 PHILOMEL'S TEAMS 
 
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 SIR EGERTON BRYDGES, BART. 
 
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ADVERTISEMENT, 
 
 F Richard Brath- 
 WAYTE, the Author 
 of these Odes, a 
 Memoir has lately been given in 
 the Sia^th Part o/* ' Archaica,' 
 published by Messrs. Longman^ 
 Hurst^ and Co. He was bom 
 at fVarcop^ in PTestmor elands 
 in 1 588 ; and died at Appleton^ 
 in Yorkshire^ in 1673, at the 
 age of 85; havings after an 
 education at Oaford^ spent the 
 greater part of his life as a 
 
2 ^tbcrtijsement. 
 
 country gentleman in those Nor- 
 thern Counties. His puhlica- 
 tions were numerous, mid some 
 of them popular. He has long 
 ceased to be classed among 
 the admitted poets of the na- 
 tion; and all his poetical pro- 
 ductions have become very rare. 
 On this account the following 
 short specimen of his genius has 
 been selected for revival; and 
 if the Editor's taste be correct, 
 it will prove him not to have 
 
^Dbftti^cmcnt 3 
 
 been without merits either for 
 fancy J sentiment^ or compression. 
 Readers of narrow curiosity 
 may think such revivals of for- 
 gotten poetry useless; and the 
 superficial may deem them dull: 
 the highly cultivated and candid 
 mind will judge of them far 
 otherwise! 
 
 London^ July 1, 1815. 
 
l.^^..^.4. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 Ode I. The Traveller dilating upon the sundry changes 
 
 of Human Affairs, most Jluctuant when appearing most 
 
 constant «••<•.«••<••«••«••«•-«••<• ^••^••♦iH'M"4..<.h«H'H-h..««H"<»*«'.4«>«"<"<«««««««»*H" 1 
 
 Ode II. The Nightingale. «.^h.^^..«..«..4..«..«.^.h..«..«.h..«.^.«..«..4.h.. 6 
 
 Ode III. The Lapwing «..«.h.h.h.^.«. 
 
 Ode IV. The Ott;A..^H.H.^H.^.^^..«.H. 
 
 Ode f. The Merlin*"*-'*'-*"*'-*"*"*"*'-^'*"*'-*--*"^'*"*"*"*''*"*''*-'*"*"*''*" 14 
 
 Ode VI. TVie -S'u;a//ou;4.H.M.H.^^.«..v^.^..«..«.^^..«.^.4..<.«"«.^.^^.v. 17 
 
 Ode VII. The Fall of the. Leaf «.h.^h.h-«.^..«.h.h.h..4..«.^.i..4. .... 2 1 
 
 To my knowing and worthy esteemed Friend, Augustine 
 Vincent, all meriting CoyUent*"*"*"*"*"*"*"--*''*^'*'-*^"*^-^^' 25 
 
 Britain 's Bliss. A Poem of Thanksgiving for our long 
 enjoyed Peace under a gracious Sovereign. »•«■•*■«••»■»■»• » •»• 26 
 
 Upon the worthy and sincere Proficients and Professants of 
 
 the Common Law; an Encomiastic Poem. *"*"*••*"*'•*'•*"*"*" 29 
 In Momum. «"«..«..«.h«h.h«.«"«"«"««.«"««4.»«.H"«"«"4..4.M"«"4«.«~««.«"««.«"4».««««»h.. 33 
 In Zoilum «..<..«..«..«..<..«..«.h..«..««.««.vm.«««.1"*.<«.«"««.4"«..4».«"««.««.<«.«~<««<.h««<«.«.» 34 
 
 Ad Invidum, Exeat Menippus. «..4..«'«»i..i..4..4..4.h-.«>.4>.i..4*.4..4.h»«*. 36 
 Ad Seipsum. Intret Aristippus*"*'^"*'-*--*-'*"*"*"*"*"^'*''*"*"*''*^" ib. 
 
ODES; 
 
 OR 
 
 PHILOMEL'S TEARS. 
 
 BY 
 
 RICHARD BRATHWAYTE, ESQ. 
 
 Odes in strains of sorrow tell 
 Fate and fall of every fowl, 
 Mounting Merlin, Philomel, 
 Lagging Lapwing, Swallow, Owl; 
 Whence you may observe how state 
 Rais'd by pride, is raz'd by hate. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 PRINTED FOR RICHARD WHITAKER. 
 
 1621. 
 
TO THE GENEROUS, INGENIOUS, AND JUDICIOUS 
 PHILALETHIST, 
 
 THOMAS OGLE, Esq. 
 
 THE SUCCEEDING ISSUE OF HIS DIFINEST WISHES. 
 
 NKNOWN to you I am, yet known 
 I am 
 To th' better part of you, your vir- 
 tuous name; 
 Which like a precious odour hath infus'd 
 Your love so much in me, as I have choos*d 
 Yourself to patronize what I have writ. 
 Whose name I thought had power to shelter it. 
 I grant indeed, Smooth* Eagle for your name. 
 Includes the sun reflecting (Anagram) 
 
 ■ Sic tereti cursu repetit spiracula montis 
 ^quiluy qua valles spernity ut alta petal 
 Sol radios mittity radiosque re^ectit ocellis; 
 AquUa sis visu semper (Amice) tuo. 
 
 Alcyat. in Emblem. Samh. ibd. Plin. in Nat. Hit. JElian. ibid. 
 
 Greg, in Mor. expo, in Job. 
 
2 39et)icatio!i. 
 
 .«^sr«s*vr-.r«-.< 
 
 These birds which in my Odes their fates display. 
 Are same night birds, as others of the day; 
 Which in my judgment tenders more delight. 
 To see how sins are curtained by night, 
 Whereas the day sends forth his golden rays. 
 And shews such birds as chant their Maker's praise. 
 Which moral, as it suits these times of ours, 
 I do disclaim my right in't, it is yours. 
 If you esteem it worthy to obtain 
 Your approbation: this is all our aim. 
 
 R. B. 
 
 m 
 
ODES. 
 
 ODE 1. 
 
 The Ti'aveller dilating upon the sundry changes of 
 Human Affairs, most fluctuant when appear- 
 ing most constant. 
 
 ELL me man, what crea- 
 ture may 
 Promise him such safe 
 repose, 
 
 As secure from heat of foes. 
 He may thus much truly say, 
 Nought I have I fear to lose. 
 No mischance c^n me dismay; 
 Tell me, pray thee (if thou can) 
 If the world have such a man! 
 
 Tell me, if thou canst discern 
 By thy Reason's excellence. 
 
What man for his providence. 
 Of the pismire may not learn: 
 Yet that creature hath but sense. 
 Though she do her living earn: 
 Spare, not costly, is her fare. 
 Yet her granar shews her care ! 
 
 Tell me, canst thou shew me him. 
 That exact in each device, 
 Is at all times truly wise. 
 And is never seen to swim 
 (For in this his judgment lies) 
 'Gainst the current of the stream. 
 But seems to have full command, 
 Of each thing he takes in hand ! 
 
 Tell me, was there ever known 
 Such a man that had a wit. 
 
And in some part knew not it, 
 Till at last conceited grown, 
 He grew prouder than was fit, 
 Ever boasting of his own; 
 For that maxim true we know, 
 He that's witty, knows him so! 
 
 Tell me, is that man on earth. 
 Whose affairs so stable are. 
 As they may for all his care. 
 Fall not cross and crab'dly forth; 
 And of sorrows have no share. 
 Which descend to man by birth; 
 What is he can promise rest. 
 When his mind's with grief opprest ! 
 
 Tell me, is there ought so strong, 
 Firmly, constant, permanent, 
 
Or on earth such true content, 
 As it fadeth not ere long? 
 Is there ought so excellent, 
 As it changeth not her song, 
 And in time that all devours, 
 Mixeth sweets with sharpest sours? 
 
 Tell me, who is he that shines 
 In the height of princes' love, 
 Sitting minion-— like, with Jove, 
 Glorying in those golden times; 
 But he fears something may move 
 His distaste by whom he climbs; 
 Wherefore he that fears to fall, 
 Should forbear to climb at all! 
 
 Tell me, where is Fortune plac'd, 
 That she may not men beguile, 
 
©i3i£ib 5 
 
 «s«>#«-<#«''4 
 
 Shrouding frowns with feigned smile; 
 Where is he so highly grac'd. 
 Shewing greatness in his style, 
 Hath not been in time out-fac'd, 
 By some rival, where still one 
 Strives to put another down! 
 
 Tell me, then, what life can be 
 More secure, than where report 
 Makes us only known to th' Court, 
 Where we lead ovir lives so free. 
 As we're strangers to resort. 
 Save our private family; 
 For I think that dwelling best. 
 Where least cares disturb our rest! 
 
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6 . . . . ©191£<§. 
 
 ODE II. 
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. 
 
 UG, jug; fair fall the 
 Nightingale, 
 Whose tender breast 
 Chaunts out her merry 
 madrigal, 
 With hawthorn prest: 
 Te'u,te'u, thus sings she even by even, 
 And represents the melody in heaven; 
 T'is, t'is, 
 1 am not as I wish. 
 
 Rape-defiled Philomel 
 In her sad mischance. 
 
 Tells what she is forc'd to tell, 
 While the Satyrs dance: 
 
Unhappy I, quoth she, unhappy I, 
 That am betray 'dbyTereus' treachery; 
 T'is, t'is, 
 I am not as I wish. 
 
 Chast-- -unchaste, deflower'd, yet 
 
 Spotless in heart. 
 Lust was all that he could get, 
 For all his art: 
 For I ne'er attention lent 
 To his suit, nor gave consent; 
 T'is, t'is, 
 I am not as I wish. 
 
 Thus hath faithless Tereus made 
 
 Heartless Philomel 
 Moan her in her forlorn shade, 
 
 Where grief I feel: 
 
Grief that wounds me to the heart, 
 Which though gone, hath left her smart; 
 T'is, f is, 
 I am not as I wish. 
 
 ODE III. 
 THE LAPWING. 
 
 NHAPPY I to change my 
 
 aiiy nest, 
 For this samemarish dwelling 
 where I rest, 
 Wherefore my song while I repeat, 
 I'll close it up ; 
 Rue i/et, rue yet. 
 
 Every cow-herd, driving his beasts to graze. 
 
 Disturbs my rest, me from my nest doth raise, 
 
 Which makes my young take up this song. 
 
To wreak my wrong ; 
 Rue yet, rue yet. 
 
 Thou subtle Stockdove that hast cheated 
 
 me. 
 By taking up thy nest where I should be, 
 Hast me and mine in peril set, 
 
 Whose song is fit ; 
 
 Rue yet, me yet. 
 
 Solely-retired, see I live alone. 
 Far from recourse, or sight of any one. 
 And well that life would suit with me. 
 
 Were I but free ; 
 
 Rue yety rue yet. 
 
 Young ones I have, that thinking I am fled. 
 Do leave their nest, and inn with shell on 
 head. 
 
10 ... . ©iS!E5. 
 
 And having fonnd me out, we cry, 
 Both they and I ; 
 Rue yet, rue yet. 
 
 Crest-curled mates, why do you bear so long 
 The Stockdove's pride, that triumphs in 
 your wrong ? 
 Let us our signals once display. 
 And make him say ; 
 Rue yet, rue yet. 
 
 Too tedious hath our bondage been I wis. 
 And only patience was the cause of this. 
 Where if we would contract our power. 
 
 We'd sing no more ; 
 
 Rue yet, rue yet. 
 
 March on then bravely, as if Mars were 
 here. 
 
(^m^^ 11 
 
 And hate no guest so much as slavish Fear; 
 
 Let the proud Stockdove feel your wing, 
 
 That he may sing; 
 
 Rue yet, rue yet. 
 
 Let none escape, though they submissive 
 
 seem, 
 
 Till you have spoiFd and quite unfeather d 
 
 them ; 
 
 So you shall make them veil the wing, 
 
 And henceforth sing; 
 
 Rue yet^ me yet. 
 
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 ODE IV. 
 TRF OWL. 
 
 , Si.'0 \'-- 
 
 In Mil ytm takes up my forknn 
 
 I c . i\:sc u . c\- was this, if you would know, 
 I would bsve b^ler bietd tiwn giew ou lAieftt, 
 TKough now m mouse be iJl tiie food I cat. 
 And gkd I am when I cau IMl of it* 
 
 Ruff-euled ncd^, see I reserre some sliow 
 Of what I was, tlioufK for from her 1 was. 
 Wherein my boundless piide so fiur did grow. 
 That as in place I did the rest sinpass. 
 So in the purest beauty of my foce, 
 Owortin^ myself in FWmj^s lookii^g>-|^ass. 
 
 Iililk4iadied skin, see, wantons, what I us*d, 
 Tb make my skin more supple, smooth^ and sleek. 
 
©jny^. .13 
 
 Wherein mj itiii hmt wkj art ab«s'^ 
 I lay a new ooBploM OB Mf dieek, 
 SendiDg my cyca akniad idloo to seek. 
 
 And fying hAiam witk cadi d^ F tb' 
 
 Nought I afiectcd aMie tlan what was lare; 
 '<Best tfaings (if cooudoq) I ^dwalecB;" 
 Seld was I bmlh'd on hy the pabfie air; 
 ^ For thoae aie BMat adbu'd are aeldoin seeii ;'* 
 Which k, aMl iHCh a cnrtom ever been ; 
 ''Such as cone oft 
 
 Thus sd^adBir'd I fir'd, tin thus tnufani'd, 
 
 I got a JLatua fittmg wi^ mj pnde: 
 
 For I that scorned oCheis, now am soom'd. 
 
 Had in disgrace, and in pmsait beside: 
 
 Maj die like £ite like spmti aje beCide; 
 
 So wofthlcas honour diaD be soon desencd. 
 
 For ndT tii iA -aet, a dui- 
 
 Round 'boot wpf neck I wear, for tires of pM, 
 
14 ... . ©Blc^. 
 
 A downy tuft of feathers is my crown; 
 
 For fan in hand my claws a perch do hold : 
 
 And for those cates and dainties manifold, 
 
 ^^ A mouse I wish, but wants her when I would." 
 
 Be well advis'd then. Minions, what you do, 
 ^^Pourtray my feature, and make use of it," 
 What fell to me may likewise fall to you, 
 And then how daring-high soe*er you sit. 
 Nought but dishonour shall your pride beget, 
 ^^Dead to report of Virtue as is fit." 
 
 ODE V. 
 THE MERLIN. 
 
 HENCE Nisus, whence, 
 
 Is this the fate of kings, 
 For arm on sceptre, 
 
 To be arm'd with wings ? 
 Poor speckled Bird, see how aspiring may 
 Degrade the high, and their estate betrayl 
 
(Bm^^. .... 15 
 
 Once Fortune made 
 
 Nisus her favourite. 
 And rear d his throne 
 
 To such unbounded height. 
 That foreign states admir d what he possest, 
 Till sly Ambition nestled in his breast. 
 
 Till then how blest. 
 
 And after see how base 
 His greatness fell, 
 
 When reft of princely grace ; 
 Those many fleering parasites he gain d, 
 In his success, not one in want remain'd. 
 
 Chesses he wears 
 
 Now on his downy feet, 
 Where once gilt spurs. 
 
 With store of pearl set. 
 
16 ... . ©13^^, 
 
 Adorn d his nimble heels, and hooded now 
 His bever wants : this can Ambition do. 
 
 Up still he mounts. 
 
 And must a pleasure bring, 
 That once was king, 
 To meaner than a king; 
 Where he, who once had falc'ners at com- 
 mand. 
 Is feign to pick his meat from falconer's 
 hand. 
 
 Imperious Fate, 
 
 What can'st not thou effect, 
 When thou perceives 
 In man a disrespect 
 Unto thy honour, which we instanc'd see. 
 In no one, Nisus, better than in thee ! 
 
^W^^ 17 
 
 But stow bird, stow, 
 
 See now the game's afoot, 
 And white-maird Nisus, 
 He is flying to 't ; 
 Sceptre, crown, throne, and all that princely 
 
 were. 
 Be now reduc'd to feathers in the air. 
 
 ->5'*<hO+«i*'- 
 
 ODE VI. 
 THE SWALLOW. 
 
 |OU chatt'ring fleer, you fawn, you 
 summer friend. 
 Not following us, but our suc- 
 cess, 
 
 Will this your flatt'ring humour ne'er have end. 
 Of all other meritless ? 
 
 Fly, I say, fly, be gone. 
 Haunt not here to Albion : 
 
18 ... . i^M^B^, 
 
 She should be spotless, as imports her name, 
 But such as you are bom to do her shame. 
 
 How many fair protests and solemn vows, 
 
 Can your hateful consorts make. 
 Whereas (heaven knows) these are but only shows. 
 Which you do for profit sake : 
 
 O then leave our coast and us, 
 Blemish'd by your foul abuse; 
 Virtue can have no being, nor could ever. 
 Where th' parasite is deem'd a happy liver. 
 
 Tale-tattling gossip, prone to carry news. 
 
 And such news are ever worst. 
 Where False Report finds matter, and renews 
 Her itching humour till it burst. 
 
 Where each even finds tales enough. 
 All the gloomy winter through. 
 To pass the night away, and oft-times tries. 
 That truth gets friendship seldomer than lies. 
 
(B^^Sb 19 
 
 Spring-time when flowers adorn the cheerful mead. 
 
 And each bird sings on her spray, 
 When flow'ry groves with blossoms checkered, 
 And each day seems a marriage day; 
 
 Chattering Swallow, thou can*st choose 
 Then a time to visit us; 
 Such are these feigned friends, make much upon us. 
 When we are rich ; but being poor they shun us. 
 
 The stormy winter with his hoary locks. 
 
 When each branch hangs down his head. 
 And icy fleaks candies the ragged rocks, 
 Making fields discoloured. 
 
 Drives thee from us and our coast. 
 Where in spring-time thou repos't; 
 Thus thou remains with us in our delight. 
 But in our discontent th*art out of sight. 
 
 Time-serving humourist that fawns on Time, 
 And no merit dost respect. 
 
20 ... . (!^i31E Jb. 
 
 Who will not lothe that sees that vein of thine. 
 Where deserts are in neglect. 
 
 And the good is priz'd no more 
 Than the ill, if he be poor? 
 Thou art the rich man's claw-back, and depends 
 No more on men, than as their trencher friends. 
 
 Go, tm-n-tail go, we have not here a spring 
 
 For such temporizing mates; 
 Pan's in our Isle, and he scorns flattering; 
 So those guardians of our states. 
 Who are early up and late. 
 And of all, this vice doth taste : 
 Fly, tell-tale, fly, and if thou wilt, complain thee. 
 That Albion's harsh, and will not entertain thee. 
 
21 
 
 ODE VII. 
 THE FALL OF THE LEAF. 
 
 LORA, where's thy beau- 
 ty now, 
 Thou was awhile 'om 
 wont to show? 
 Not a branch is to be seen, 
 Clad in Adon's colour green; 
 Lambkins now have left their skipping; 
 Lawn - frequenting fauns their tripping; 
 Earth'sbarebreastfeelsWinter'swhip- 
 
 Ping; 
 And her brood the North-winds nip- 
 ping. 
 
 Though the box and cypress tree 
 Wear their wonted livery. 
 
22 ... . <?D331£<^. 
 
 And the little Robin scorn 
 To be daunted with a storm; 
 Yet the Shepherd is not so, 
 When he cannot see for snow; 
 Nor the flocks which he doth owe, 
 And in drifts are buried low. 
 
 Nor the Grazier, discontent 
 That his fodder should be spent; 
 And when Winter's scarce half done, 
 All his stacks of hay are gone: 
 Nor the Lawyer that is glad. 
 When a motion's to be had; 
 Nor poor Tom, though he be mad ; 
 "Cold makes Tom a bedlam sad." 
 
 Nor the Webster, though his feet 
 By much motion get them heat; 
 
©i91t^ 23 
 
 Nor the knave that curries leather; 
 Nor the cross-legg'd Tailor neither; 
 Nor at glass-work, where they doubt 
 Lest their costly fire go out; 
 Nor the careful carking Lout, 
 That (loth toil and trudge about. 
 
 No, nor th' Lady in her coach, 
 But is niuft'd when frosts approach; 
 Nor the crazy Citizen, 
 But is furr'd up to the chin; 
 Oyster-callet; sly Upholster; 
 Hooking Huckster; merry Malster; 
 Cutting Hackster; coiirting Roister; 
 Cunning Shark; and sharking Foister. 
 
 Thus we see how ''Fall oftJiLeaf,'' 
 Adds to each condition grief; 
 
24 ... . ©i3lc5b. 
 
 Only two there be, whose wit 
 Make hereof a benefit; 
 These, conclusions try on man, 
 Surgeon and physician. 
 While it happens now and then. 
 Kill than cure they sooner can! 
 
 Now's their time when trees are bare, 
 Naked scalps have lost their hair; 
 Teeth drop out and leave their gums. 
 Head and eyes are full of rhuems. 
 Where if Traders strength do lack, 
 Or feel aches in their back. 
 Worse by odds than is the rack; 
 They have drugs within their pack. 
 
 Thus the harshest seasons come 
 In good season unto some; 
 
..25 
 
 Who have known (as it is meet) 
 Smell of gain makes labour sweet: 
 But where labour reapeth loss, 
 There accrues a double cross; 
 First, fond cares his brain doth toss; 
 Next, his gold resolves to dross. 
 
 To my knowing and worthy esteemed Friend, 
 Augustine Vincent, all meriting Content. 
 
 AY you be in 
 
 *Your actions prosperous. 
 
 And as ingenious, 
 
 So victorious; 
 So may your fate. 
 Smile on your happy name, 
 
 ' Augustittes yincentius: tute vincas ingeniosus. 
 
26 ... . <Bm^^. 
 
 And crown you with 
 
 A glorious Anagram: 
 
 While Virtue 
 
 (Man's best lustre) seems to be, 
 
 That style, which stamps 
 
 You deep in Heraldry. 
 
 Britain's bliss. 
 
 A Poem of Thanksgiving fur our long enjoyed Peace 
 under a gracious Sovereign, 
 
 ACE, Plenty, Pleasure, 
 Honour,Harbour,Health; 
 Peace, to encrease 
 In substance and in wealth; 
 
 Plenty, to praise 
 
 Heaven's Sovereign the more; 
 
 Pleasure, to solace us 
 
 Amidst our store; 
 
iBlBlE^ 27 
 
 Honour, to guerdon 
 Merit in our time; 
 Harbour, to sit 
 Each under his own vine, 
 Health, to enjoy 
 A blessing so divine, 
 Deriv'd from Jesse's root 
 And David's line. 
 Health, Harbour, Honour, 
 Pleasure, Plenty, Peace, 
 Which from our Sovereign 
 Have their prime increase; 
 Health, to perform 
 Our distinct offices, 
 Harbour, to shroud us 
 From extremities, 
 Honour, to crown 
 The temples of Desert, 
 
28 ... . (!^I91E5. 
 
 Pleasure, to cheer 
 
 The intellectual part. 
 
 Plenty, to store 
 
 Our hopes with all success, 
 
 Peace, to accomplish 
 
 Our full happiness. 
 
 All which, by Heaven's hand, pour'd 
 
 on Albion, 
 Make up a catalogue to look upon; 
 That for so many quiet Halcyon days. 
 Her precious't prize might be her 
 
 Maker's praise. 
 
 Pads, honorisy amoris, Edena Britannica nostri, 
 Rege regente honOy leta trophoea gerit. 
 
 '>^*'>!K?>*'*'H^' 
 
a^W^Sb 29 
 
 Upon the worthy and sincere Proficients and 
 
 Professants of the Common Law, 
 
 an Encomiastic Poem. 
 
 AW is the line, 
 Whose level is dispatch; 
 A lamp, whose light shews 
 Justice what is right; 
 
 A lark, whose unseal'd eyes 
 
 Keeps early watch; 
 
 A loom, whose frame 
 
 Cannot be sway'd by might; 
 
 A list, where truth 
 
 Puts injury to flight. 
 
 Straight line, bright lamp. 
 
 Sweet lark, strong loom, choice list. 
 
 Guide, shine, shield, guard. 
 
 And live Truth's martialist! 
 
30 0m^^. 
 
 Law is the stern, 
 
 Which steers the ship of state; 
 
 Tlie glorious stem, 
 
 Whence Justice' scions spring; 
 
 The cheerful star. 
 
 Which early shines and late; 
 
 The staff, whose stay 
 
 Supports the languishing; 
 
 The stream, whose spring 
 
 Is ever cherishing. 
 
 Rare stern, rich stem, clear star, 
 
 Firm staff, pure stream. 
 
 Steer, cheer, direct, support, 
 
 Refresh the mean ! 
 
 Blest then are you. 
 Who labour to redress 
 The poor man's case, 
 
©i31E^ 31 
 
 And measure your contents 
 By shielding the' weak 
 From awful mightiness; 
 Like grave professants, 
 Good proficients, 
 Closing with equity 
 Your joint consents; 
 'Tis you, 'tis you, 
 Who in this blemish'd time 
 Send out your lights, 
 While other stars decline! 
 
 When Greece in glory flourished. 
 She did rear 
 Some images near 
 Justice' sacred throne, 
 Wliich to be lame and blind 
 Pourtrayed were. 
 
32 ... . ©19^^. 
 
 As proper objects 
 To be look'd upon, 
 Implying what 
 Injustice should be done; 
 Blind to distinguish 
 Friend or foe, and lame 
 From taking bribes. 
 To strain Astrea's name. 
 
 Clear lights, pure lamps. 
 
 Rare stems, rich streams of life. 
 
 Who shine, beam, spring. 
 
 And drain your crystal course 
 
 From Justice' throne. 
 
 To cool the heat of strife, 
 
 By curbing awe with law, 
 
 With censure, force. 
 
 To chastise with restraint. 
 
<93ai£^. 
 
 33 
 
 Cheer with remorse; 
 Long may you live. 
 Since by your life you give 
 Justice new breath, 
 And make her ever live! 
 
 Salu4 civitatis tita est in legibu*. 
 IN MOMUM. 
 
 UID carpendo premis tua viscera 
 ferrea, Momef 
 Momus, Mimus eris dum mea 
 scripta premis, 
 Haud euro invidiam, mea spes tenuissima tuta est, 
 
 Nam tuta est tenuis vena, sed alta minus. 
 Anguis es, et virida latitans subfronde, venenum 
 
 Ejicis, eociguo tempore inermis eris, 
 Non sum cuifortuna nocet, velfatajuvabunt^ 
 Fata canunt magnis, non cecinere meis. 
 
34 
 
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 Non cednere meis, licet ista poemata magnis^ 
 (Si mihi votafaventj sint relegenda hcis. 
 
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 IN ZOILUM. 
 
 EXITut exiguam subtilis Aranea- 
 telam, 
 Zoile, sic scriptis tela retorque 
 meis. 
 Torque, retorque, manet mea laus, mea gloria major, 
 
 Quo magis exhausta est, gloria major erit. 
 Ulciscar scriptis: tua mens tuus ultor adibit, 
 
 Invidice stimulis mens tua puncta tuis. 
 Pone, miser, miserce monumenta miserrima vitce, 
 Vixisti miser o miser que mori. 
 
 ^ Me paucis malle a sapientihus esse prohatum. 
 * Mercurium 171 lingua, non in pectore geris. 
 
OBlEJb 35 
 
 IN PARONEM. 
 
 tRO parem, nee habet nee habere 
 optat, 
 
 Impar et laboribus; 
 
 Opera cai-pit mea studiis assiduis, 
 Tacet, attamen aliena carpit;^ 
 O qiiant(B tenebrcB tenuere locum 
 Tuum, Cymmeriis involutum umbris? 
 Ut minus afflares aliormn operibus. 
 Opera corrigis, emendare nequis; 
 Oleum et operam perdit Paro, 
 Per aurea secula transeat Maro, 
 Non plura refer am, reticere juvat, 
 Si tu malevolam reprimes linguam, 
 Sin maledicendo pergas dispergere^ 
 Hisce teterrima crimina scriptis, 
 Scribamy livorem irritare nrngis 
 Torquendo rigidi viscera ParonisJ 
 
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 * Invisurum facilius quam imitaturum Zeuxes. 
 • Vid. Martialj in Lib. Hi. Epigr. in Zoilum. Conviva 
 quisquis ZoHi potest esse, Sfc. rumpantur ilia Codri invidia. 
 ^ Crescant et crepant. Vid. Apotheg. 
 
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 AD INVIDUM. 
 EXEAT MENJPPUS. 
 
 JLnvidvs ulciscens ultor sibi maximus esset. 
 Nam stupet ille malis sic periendo suis. 
 
 AD SEIPSUM. 
 INTRET ARISTIPPUS. 
 
 Tu tibi res solitus non te subiungere rebus, 
 Me peritura doces spernere, spreta pati, 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 jD)anc*d are my measures, now I must repose, 
 (Retire at least) and laugh at Virtue's foes. 
 Who let them frown, fume, fret, this is my Mot, 
 My Spirit's above their spite; I fear them not. 
 
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