II. Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitofque receffus, III. Ira Rofam et meritis quæfita fuperbia tangunt, Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda finû, Dum fibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatûm, Jufque fuum, multo carmine fulta, probat. IV. Altior emicat illa, et celfo vertice nutat, Ceu flores inter non habitura parem, Faftiditque alios, et nata videtur in ufûs Imperii, fceptrum, Flora quod ipfe gerat. V. Nec Dea non fenfit civilis murmura rixæ, VI. Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit, Et tibi, principibus qui folet cffe, color, Et donec vincat quædam formofior ambas, VII. His ubi fedatus furor eft, petit utraque nympham, THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long Harangu'd him thus, right eloquent— Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, You would abhor to do me wrong, That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other; But fing and fbine by fweet confent, The gifts of nature and of grace. Thofe Chriftians beft deferve the name Who ftudiously make peace their aim; Peace, both the duty and the prize Of him that creeps and him that flies. VOTU M. O MATUTINI rores, auræque falubres, avebat, Ante larem proprium placidam expectare fene&tam, ON A GOLDFINCH STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE. I. TIME was when I was free as air, The thiftles downy feed my fare, My drink the morning dew; II. But gaudy plumage, fprightly ftrain, And form genteel, were all in vain, And of a tranfient date; For, caught and cag'd, and ftarv'd to death, Soon pafs'd the wiry grate. III. Thanks, gentle fwain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual clofe And cure of ev'ry ill! More cruelty could none exprefs; THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE. THE pine-apples, in triple row, Were basking hot, and all in blow; A bee of most discerning tafte Perceiv'd the fragrance as he pafs'd, |