ANOTHER. AT threescore winters' end I died BY CALLIMACHUS. Ar morn we plac'd on his funeral bier, Young Menalippus; and at eventide, Unable to sustain a loss so dear, By her own hand his blooming sister died. Thus Aristippus mourn'd his noble race, Annihilated by a double blow, Nor son could hope, nor daughter more t' embrace, And all Cyrene sadden'd at his wo. ON MILTIADES. 1 MILTIADES thy valour best ON AN INFANT. BEWAIL not much, my parents! me the prey Of ruthless Ades, and sepulchred here An infant, in my fifth scarce finish'd year, He found all sportive, innocent, and gay, Your young Callimachus; and if I knew, Not many joys, my griefs were also few. BY HERACLIDES. IN Cnidus born, the consort I became ON THE REED. I WAS of late a barren plant, Nor fig, nor grape, nor apple bore, Of which my modicum I sip, TO HEALTHI. ELDEST born of pow'rs divine! Blest Hygeia! be it mine, Much, but never happiness. 25* ON THE ASTROLOGERS. TH' Astrologers did all alike presage My uncle's dying in extreme old age, One only disagreed. But he was wise, And spoke not, till he heard the fun'ral cries. ON AN OLD WOMAN. MYCILLA dyed her locks, 'tis said; But 'tis a foul aspersion, She buys them black; they therefore need ON INVALIDS. FAR happier are the dead, methinks, than they, Who look for death, and fear it ev'ry day. ON FLATTERERS. No mischief worthier of our fear For lull'd into a dangerous dream, Who strikes, when most secure we seem, ON THE SWALLOW. ATTICK maid! with honey fed, Bear'st thou to thy callow brood Yonder locust from the mead, Destin'd their delicious food! Ye have kindred voices clear, Migrate hither, sojourn here, Both attendant on the spring! Ah for pity drop the prize; Let it not, with truth, be said, That a songster gasps and dies, That a songster may be fed. |