EPIGRAM 45. BOOK VII.

TO grace with verse the present you intend
For me, your indigent, expecting friend,

Torments us both-for I have waited long;
And though I want the gift, could spare the song.
Your muse, I know, possesses sound and sense;
But why must she be coy at my expence?
For though the rich delay may well endure,
Gifts that are ready-made best suit the poor.

EPIGRAM 48. BOOK III.

PAUL built an alms-house, while he liv'd in state;
Sure he had somewhere read the book of fate!
For PAUL contriv'd to spend his ill-got pelf;
And now he proves he built it for himself!

EPIG. 45. LIB. VII.

COMMENDARE tuum dum vis mihi carmine munus,
Mæonioque cupis doctius ora loqui:

Excrucias multis pariter, me, teque diebus :
Et tua de nostro, Prisce, Thalia placet.
Divitibus poteris Musas, elègosque sonantes
Mittere, pauperibus munera pexa dato.

EPIG. 48. LIB. III.

PAUPERIS extruxit cellam, sed vendidit Ollus
Prædia: nunc cellam pauperis Ollus habet.

EPIGRAM 88. BOOK VII.

GO, happy Rose! and thy gay wreath prepare,
To deck my lovely EMMA's auburn hair;
And still around her brow thy tints display,
Till time shall turn those auburn locks to grey.
So may'st thou ever bloom in Paphian bow'rs,
And be to Beauty's Queen the Queen of Flow'rs.

EPIGRAM 72. BOOK IV.

"GIVE me," cries PHIL, "the Epigrams you "write!"

I've sold them all: they're to be had of WHITE.' "What! in my senses, trifling verses buy? "I'm not indeed so great fool;"—" Nor I !'

EPIG. 88. LIB. VII.

I Felix Rosa, mollibusque sertis
Nostri cinge comas Apollinaris :
Quas tu nectere candidas sed olim,

Sic te semper amet Venus, memento.

EPIG. 72. LIB. IV.

EXIGIS, ut donem nostros tibi, Quincte, libellos
Non habeo, sed habet bibliopola Tryphon.
Es dabo pro nugis, et emam tua carmina sanus?
Non, inquis, faciam tam fatue: nec ego.

EPIGRAM 72. BOOK VII.

ADDRESSED TO

RICHARD LORD BRAYBROOKE.

BRAYBROOKE! of honour'd NEVILLE worthy

heir,

Roam'st thou thy fav'rite woods at Billingbear?
Say, are thy cares* on Britain's weal bestow'd,
At Audley-End's magnificent abode?

Or art thou now in Saville-Row, to see

Thy Uncle's ANCIENT House, tho' NEW to thee? Where shall I catch thee? dearest BRAYBROOKE, tell:

For he, who every where, doth no where dwell!

EPIG. 72. LIB. VII.

ESQUILIIS domus est, domus est tibi colle Dianæ,
Et tua patricius culmina vicus habet:
Hinc viduæ Cybeles, illinc saccraria Vestæ,

Inde novum, veterem prospicis inde Jovem.

Dic, ubi conveniam: dic, qua te parte requiram.
Quisquis ubique habitat, Maxime, nusquam habitat.

*Lord BRAY BROOKE is lord-lieutenant of Essex. Lately occupied by Lady, and before by Lord Howard,

EPIGRAM 38. BOOK II.

"WHAT profit have. you from your field?" Cries JOE, with bantering air;

This profit, JOE, I've known it yield— 'I never see you there.'

EPIGRAM 65. BOOK V.

BOY! bid in streams the rich Falernian flow,
And cool its glowing gen'rous warmth with snow;
Profusely o'er my hair choice perfumes shed,
And heap up Pæstan roses on my head.
Yon Mausolea*, tow'ring to the sky,

Teach us to live, when e'en the Gods can die.

EPIG. 38. LIB. II.

QUID mihi reddat ager, quæris, Line, Nomentanus?
Hoc mihi reddit ager, te Line, non video.

EPIG. 65. LIB. V.

SEXTANTES, Calliste, duos infunde Falerni:
Tu super æstivas, Alcine, funde nives.
Pinguescat nimio madidus mihi crinis amomo.
Lassenturque rosis tempora sutilibus.

Jam vicina jubent nos vivere Mausolea :

Cum doceat, ipsos posse perire deos.

* The tombs of the emperors, who were stiled Divi, and had Divine honours paid them.

EPIGRAM 51. BOOK IV.

WHEN TOм had scarce a guinea at command,
He still contriv'd to drive his four in hand;
Possess'd of vast estates, and cash to boot,
Now splashing through the dirt, he walks on foot.
Return, ye halcyon days, we all implore,
That Tom again may drive his coach and four!

EPIGRAM 35. BOOK III.

ON this rich vase emboss'd, how clear,

How natural the fish appear!

Fill it with water to the brim,

They'll know their element, and swim!

EPIG. 51. LIB. IV.

CUM tibi non essent sex millia, Cæciliane,
Ingenti late vectus es hexaphoro.

Postquam bis decies tribuit dea cæca, sinumque,
Ruperunt nummi, factus es ecce pedes:
Quid tibi pro meritis, et tantis laudibus optem?
Di reddant sellam, Cæciliane, tibi.

EPIG. 35. LIB. III.

ARTIS Phidiacæ toreuma clarum,

Pisces adspicis: adde aquam, natabunt.