TRANSLATION O F THE MOTTO E S. No. I. A generous ardour works within my breast, Which urges me to write, and fires my mind. No. II. On On new uncommon pinions borne To nobler heights I rife ; My former shape and refidence I fcorn, DRYDEN. I kick the fubject earth, and mount the upper fkies. No. III. ΑΝΟΝΥΜ. Such is their toil, and fuch their bufy pains, Some lead their youth abroad, while fome condenfe No. IV. DRYDEN. And of herself the fair's the fmallest part. No. 1 No. V. Oh happy! if their happiness they knew! No. VI. Bleft were the race of man, if governed by the fame benevolence which actuates Heaven! No. VII. A rightful doom, the laws of nature cry! No. VIII. DRYDEN, For you I wish, for you I fear, Expofed to endless toils; Those fhelves, and narrow flraits beware, That lie between the ifles, No. IX. I lay without life's animating fpring, ANONYM. A dull, enervate, worthlefs, lumpish thing. No. X. ANONYM, Of bodies chang'd to different forms 1 fing. New No. XI. DRYDEN. ways I must attempt, my humble name To raife aloft, and wing my flight to fame. No. XII. DRYDEN. Nor need we blufh from even a foe to learn. No. XIII. We labour under complaints which admit of cure. No. XIV. Oh fouls, in whom no heavenly fire is found! DRYDEN. No. No. XV. The glory's more to keep than win the prize, do one, in t'other merit lyes. Chance may No. XVI. It is the bufinefs of prudence to conciliate the affections of mankind, and apply them to our own purposes. No. XVII. - Serpents now more amity maintain, From his own tribe the leopard does refrain. No. XVIII. In the black fhelter of the night they ftab. No. XIX. Through various hazards and events.— TATE: DRYDEN, No. XXIX. To catch the heart, the sportive muse A wholefome moral often lies. No. XXX. Why fhall thefe favourite ancients dare to claim, Not our excufe, but honour, praise, and fame! No. XXXI. 'Tis not for me fuch contefts to decide. No. XXXII He who malignant tears an absent friend, No. XXXIII. In short, the race of various men admire Three guests I have diffenting at my feast, Requiring each to gratify his tafte With different food; what courfes muft I chufe? What not? No. XXXIV. FRANCIS. We too the foul's immortal effence claim, And our just share of intellectual faine. No. XXXV. -The man whom real genius fires, Whom the diviner foul of verfe infpires, FRANCIS. No. No. XXXVIII. -Change their order and the words tranfpofe, No. XXXIX. FRANCIS Now fuck in wifdom; for the vessel, well With curls on curls they build the head befores And mount it with a formidable tow'r. A giantess she seems; but, look behind, No. XLIV. Unguarded then each breaft is open laid, DRYDEN. And, while the head's intent, the heart's betray'd; Then base defire of gain, then rage appears, Quarrels and brawls arife, and anxious fears. CONGREVE No. XLVI. A learned lady ne'er fhall be my choice. No. XLVIII, In the four feafons of the circling year |