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The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams
Why fled the ocean? And why skipp'd the mountains?
Who, by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light;
And caused the golden-tressed sun
All the day long his course to run,
The horned moon to shine by night,
He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
The floods stood still, like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass;
For his, &c.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
WHAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they,
To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA.
Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep;
To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night.
BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
FRAGMENTS OF TRANSLATIONS.
Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn,
THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green,
WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he
THE power that did create can change the scene
ALL barbarous people and their princes too,
The very wandering Scythians do.
Continue us in wealth and state,
THE worst of poets I myself declare,
FRAGMENTS OF TRANSLATIONS,
ABSTAIN, as manhood you esteem,
THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men,
No eastern nation ever did adore
The majesty of sovereign princes more.
AND Britons interwove held the purple hangings.
LAUGHING, to teach the truth,
What hinders? As some teachers give to boys
JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can
that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
THERE can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
IN silence now and with attention wait,
That ye may know what the Eunuch has to prate.
GLAUCUS, in Lycia we're adored as gods,
What makes 'twixt us and others so great odds?