O worthless herbs, and weaker arts To change their limbs, but not their hearts! Man's life and vigor keep within, Lodg'd in the center, not the skin. Those piercing charms and poysons, which His inward parts taint and bewitch, Outwardly only spoile the man. Those change his shape and make it foul, METRUM 6. LIB. 3. LL sorts of men, who live on Earth, Have one beginning and one birth. For all things there is one Father, Who lays out all, and all doth gather. He the warm sun with rays adorns, And fils with brightness the moon's horns. The azur'd heav'ns with stars He burnish'd And the round world with creatures furnish'd. But men-made to inherit all,— His own sons He was pleas'd to call, And that they might be so indeed, O why so vainly do some boast Are some rav'nous birds or beasts! If extraction they look for And God, the great Progenitor : No man, though of the meanest state Is base, or can degenerate : Unless, to vice and lewdness bent, He leaves and taints his true descent. THE OLD MAN OF VERONA OUT OF Falix, qui propriis ævum transegit in arvis, M OST happy man! who in his own sweet fields Spent all his time; to whom his cottage In age and youth a lodging: who grown old, Many fair years spent in one quiet cell! 1 Cf. Sir John Beaumont's version: our edition of his Poems pp 259-61. Claudian flourished 404. G. No toils of fate made him from home far known, The fresh field-air he loves, and rural green. And as the Red Sea counts Benacus' Lake. THE SPHERE OF ARCHIMIDES OUT Iupiter in parvo cum cerneret æthera vitro HEN Iove a heav'n of small glass did He smil'd, and to the gods these words he told. Comes then the power of man's art to this? The poles decrees, the fate of things, God's laws, And orderly the living work they bend. A feigned Zodiac measures out the year, And now bold industry is proud, it can Wheel round its world, and rule the stars by man. Why at Salmoneus' thunder do I stand? Nature is rivall'd by a single hand. THE PHOENIX OUT OF CLAUDIAN. Oceani summo circumfluus æquore lucus Trans Indos, Eurumque viret, &c. GROVE there grows, round with the sea confin'd, Beyond the Indies and the Eastern wind. Which, as the sun breaks forth in his first beam, Salutes his steeds, and hears him whip his team. When with his dewy coach the Eastern bay Crackles, whence blusheth the approaching Day; And blasted with his burnish'd wheels the Night In a pale dress doth vanish from the light. This the blest phoenix' empire is, here he Enjoys a land, where no diseases raign,— Is appetite he never doth asswage With common food. Nor doth he use to drink Doth nourish him, and airy sweets that come |