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To Doctor Empirick.
When men a dangerous disease did scape,
Of old, they gave a cock to Aesculape:
Let me give two; that doubly am got free,
From my disease's danger, and from thee.


The Gude-wife.
And are ye sure the news is true ?

And are ye sure he's weel?
Is this a time to talk o'wark ?

Ye jads, lay by your wheel.
Is this a time to talk o' wark

When Colin's at the door ?
Gi'e me my cloak, I'll to the quay,

And see him come ashore.
For there's nae luck about the house,

There's nae luck ava,
There's little pleasure in the house,

When our gudeman's awa.
Sae true's his word, sae smooth his speech,

His breath like caller air,
His very fit has music in't

As he comes up the stair.
And will I see his face again ?

And will I hear him speak ?
I'm downright dizzie with the thought,

In troth I'm like to greet.


A Character.
As through the hedgerow shade the violet steals,
And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals,
Her softer charms, but by their influence known,
Surprise all hearts, and mould them to her own.


Πυρ και θάλασσα.
Ut qvis maligno convaluerat ex morbo,
Olim piabat Aesculapium gallo.
Faciam duobus ipse: facere bis verum est
Bis liberatum, medice, teqve morboqve.

R. S.

Unico gaudens mulier marito. Η γαρ ίστε σων νιν όντα και τόδάγγελθέν σαφώς, δμωίδες και τι δ' ουκ αφείθη κερκίς ; ουχ ιστών ακμή πως όδ' ήν ο καιρός έργων, είπερ εν πύλαις ανήρ και δεύρο μου το φαρος οίσετ', είμι δ' ες νεώριον, ές τε γην εκβάντα πρώτη δεξιώσομαι πόσιν. ου γαρ ευτυχεί τα δώματ' ανδρός εκδημούντος, ούκ όμμα γαρ δόμων νομίζω δεσπότου παρουσίαν. ηδύ μεν ρέουσαν αυδην άσφαλές δ' έχει στόμα και το πνεύμ' αυρών ελαφρών ώσπερ, ευστομούσι δε και πόδες στείχοντος αυτού δωμάτων προσαμβάσεις. ή γαρ έσθ' όπως πρόσωπον αυθις όψομαι φίλον, ήδ' ακούσομαι λέγοντος και ου γαρ άλλ' ιλιγγιώ τοιάδ' εννοούσα, και δη δάκρυ' ου σχήσειν δοκώ.


Nil conscire sibi.

Ut violae densa sese abscondentis in umbra

Aura tamen grato prodit odore comas,
Sic ea, dum veneres celat, tamen omnia corda

Surripiens molli vi necopina regit.

H. C. R.

The Vegetable Creation. He scarce had said, when the bare earth, till then Desert and bare, unsightly, unadorned, Brought forth the tender grass, whose verdure clad Her universal face with pleasant green; Then herbs of every leaf, that sudden flowered Opening their various colours, and made gay Her bosom, smelling sweet: and, these scarce blown, Forth flourished thick the clustering vine, forth crept The swelling gourd, up stood the corny reed Embattled in her field, and the humble shrub, And bush with frizzled hair implicit: last Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemmed Their blossoms : with high woods the fields were crowned, With tufts the valleys, and each fountain-side, With borders long the rivers: that earth now Seemed like to heaven, a seat where gods might dwell, Or wander with delight, and love to haunt Her sacred shades: though God had yet not rained Upon the earth, and man to till the ground None was; but from the earth a dewy mist Went up, and watered all the ground, and each Plant of the field.


Song of the Dying Maiden.
Lay a garland on my hearse,

Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear;

Say I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm

From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie

Lightly, gentle earth.


Floret Ager. Vix ea fatus erat, cum nuda incomptaqve tellus, Nuda prius lateqve informis vastaqve visu, Gramina summisit: qvae mollia matris apertum Vestivere latus verno viridiqve lepore. Tum subit herbarum qvidqvid frondescit; at illae In florem patuere et versicolore coorta Laetificant specie gremium telluris odorum. Deinde profusa freqvens uvis atqve ubere vitis; Prorepsit cum ventre cucurbita ; iuncus agrestes Direxit calamorum acies et inhorruit hastis; Mox dumus brevis, et sqvalens hirsuta tenacis Silva rubi; genus extremum et procerior ordo, Plurima processit similis saltantibus arbos, Ramosqve exseruit felicia poma ferentes Aut gemmis alacres. Agrum silva alta coronat; Caespitibusqve viret vallis, viret uvida margo Fontis, et inclusit labentia flumina ripae Agger: eo tellus omnis perfusa lepore est In caeli speciem, divisqve accommoda sedes, Qva vellent spatiari et sacras ire sub umbras : Qvamvis arva Deus nondum saturaverat imbri, Nec putres homo qvi glebas domitaret aratro Ullus erat, sed humo subiens tum roscidus aer Omne solum terrae fruticesqve rigabat agrestes.

T. S. E.

Moritura super crudeli funere.
Taxum sternite lugubrem,

Huc vos in tumulo sternite, virgines,
Et glaucum salicis decus,

Intactaqve mori dicite me fide.
Tu fallax fueras, puer,

Fido Leuconoe pectore vixero:
Tellus, accipe leniter
Et pondus cineri fac leve sis meo.

H. C. A. T.

The Destruction of Sennacherib. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold, And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, Where the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed on the face of the foe as he pass'd, And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal, And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.


The Poet King.
A, Flaccus in thy Caesar proudly own;
Thy poet-king, fair city, richly crown:
In ivy-wreaths entwine thy treasured gold,
And into bays thy choicest emeralds mould.

S. A.

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