ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH. POOR in my youth, and in life's later scones Who naught enjoy'd, while young, deny'd the means ON A TRUE FRIEND. HAST thou a friend? Thou hast indeed ON A BATH, BY PLATO. DID Cytherea to the skies From this pellucid lymph arise? Or was it Cytherea's touch, When bathing here, that made it such. ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS. WITH Seeds and birdlime, from the desert air, Eumelus gather'd free, though scanty, fare. No lordly patron's hand he deign'd to kiss. Nor lux'ry knew, save liberty, nor bliss. Thrice thirty years he liv'd, and to his heirs His seeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his snares ON NIOBE. CHARON! receive a family on board, Apollo and Diana, for a word By me too proudly spoken, slew us all. ON A GOOD MAN. TRAV'LLER, regret not me; for thou shalt find And with one wife liv'd many years in peace: Three virtuous youths espous'd my daughters three And oft their infants in my bosom lay, Nor saw I one, of all deriv'd from me, Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away. Their duteous hands my fun'ral rites bestow'd And me, by blameless manners fitted well To seek it, sent to the serene abode, Where shades of pious men for ever dwell. ON A MISER. THEY call thee rich-I deem thee poor, ANOTHER. A MISER, traversing his house, "Fear not, good fellow, for your hoard! ANOTHER. ART thou some individual of a kind Long-liv'd by nature as the rook or hind? Heap treasure then, for if thy need be such, Thou hast excuse, and scarce canst heap too much. But man thou seem'st, clear therefore from thy breast This lust of treasure-folly at the best! For why shouldst thou go wasted to the tomb, To fatten with thy spoils thou know'st not whom' ON FEMALE INCONSTANCY. RICH, thou hadst many lovers-poor hast none, Where wast thou born, Sosicrates, and where ON THE GRASSHOPPER. HAPPY Songster, perch'd above, None thy pleasures can create Thee it satisfies to sing Sweetly the return of spring, Harming neither herbs nor flow'rs. 'Therefore man thy voice attends Gladly, thou and he are friends; Nor thy never ceasing strains ON HERMOCRATIA. HERMOCRATIA nam'd--save only one-Twice fifteen births I bore, and buried none : For neither Phoebus pierc'd my thriving joys, Nor Dian--she my girls, or he my boys, But Dian rather, when my daughters lay In parturition, chas'd their pangs away, And all my sons, by Phœbus' bounty shar'd A vig'rous youth, by sickness unimpair'd. O Niobe! far less prolifick! see Thy boast against Latona sham'd by me ' FROM MENANDER. FOND youth! who dream'st, that hoarded gold Is needful, not alone to pay For all thy various items sold, To serve the wants of every day; Bread, vinegar and oil, and meat, |