Had I a wreath of bays about my brow, Instead of bays, crown with fad cypress me; High as the place 'twas shortly' in heaven to have, So high, that all the Virtues there did come, So low, that for me too it made a room. He fcorn'd this bufy world below, and all Yet burn not with the fame, Had all the light of youth, of the fire none. Knowledge he only fought, and fo foon caught, As if for him Knowledge had rather fought: Nor did more Learning ever crowded lie In fuch a fhort mortality. Whene'er the skilful youth difcours'd or writ, About his eloquent tongue, Nor could his ink flow fafter than his wit. So ftrong a wit did Nature to him frame, Oh! had he liv'd in Learning's world, what bound His over-powering foul! We 'ave loft in him arts that not yet are found. His mirth was the pure fpirits of various wit, As if wife Nature had made that her book. > So many virtues join'd in him, as we Thefe did Religion, Queen of virtues! fway; And all their facred motions steer, Just like the first and highest sphere, Which wheels about, and turns all heaven one way. With With as much zeal, devotion, piety, Which still in water sets at night, Unfullied with his journey of the day. Wondrous young man! why wert thou made fo good, Nor could thy friends take their last fad farewell; Maliciously feiz'd on that breath Where life, spirit, pleasure, always us'd to dwell. The place now only free from those.. Upon that white and radiant crew, See'ft not a foul cloath'd with more light than thine. And, if the glorious faints ceafe not to know Only more pure and rarefy'd. . There There, whilft immortal hymns thou doft rehearse, Our dull and earthly poefy, Where grief and misery can be join`d with verse. O D E. IN IMITATION OF HORACE'S ODE ❝ Quis multâ gracilis te puer in rosâ "Perfufus," &c. Lib. I. Od. 5. To whom now, Pyrrha, art thou kind ? To what heart-ravish'd lover Doft thou thy golden locks unbind, And with large bounty open set All the bright ftores of thy rich cabinet? Ah, fimple youth! how oft will he Of thy chang'd faith complain! And his own fortunes find to be Of fo cameleon-like an hue, That still their colour changes with it too!" How oft, alas! will he admire The blackness of the skies! Trembling to hear the winds found higher Poor unexperienc'd he, Who ne'er, alas! before had been at sea ! He He enjoys thy calmy fun-fhine now, In the clear heaven of thy brow He fees thee gentle, fair, and gay, Unhappy, thrice unhappy, he, T'whom thou untry'd doft shine! In witness of the shipwreck paft, IN IMITATION OF MARTIAL S EPIGRAM. ❝ Si tecum mihi, chare Martialis," &c. L.5. Ep. 214 IF, dearest friend, it my good fate might be 'T' enjoy at once a quiet life and thee; If we for happiness could leifure find, And wandering time into a method bind; But |