Else how should it work in the breast

Unchangeable friendship and love? And who on the globe can be found, Save your generation and ours, That can be delighted by sound,

Or boasts any musical powers?

STRADE PHILOMELA.

PASTOREM audivit calamis Philomela canentem, Et voluit tenues ipsa referre modos;

Ipsa retentavit numeros, didicitque retentans

Argutum fidâ reddere voce melos.

Pastor inassuetus rivalem ferre, misellam

Grandius ad carmen provocat, urget avem.

Tuque etiam in modulos surgis Philomela; sed

impar

Viribus, heu, impar, exanimisque cadis.

Durum certamen! tristis victoria! cantum
Maluerit pastor non superâsse tuum.

STRADA'S NIGHTINGALE.

THE shepherd touch'd his reed; sweet Philomel Essay'd, and oft essay'd to catch the strain,

And treasuring, as on her ear they fell,

The numbers, echo'd note for note again.

The peevish youth, who ne'er had found before
A rival of his skill, indignant heard,

And soon (for various was his tuneful store)
In loftier tones defied the simple bird.

She dar'd the task, and rising, as he rose,
With all the force, that passion gives, inspir'd,
Return'd the sounds awhile, but in the close,

Exhausted fell, and at his feet expir'd.

Thus strength, not skill, prevail'd. O fatal strife,
By thee, poor songstress, playfully begun;
And O sad victory, which cost thy life,
And he may wish that he had never won!

ANUS SECULARIS,

QUE JUSTAM CENTUM ANNORUM ÆTATEM, IPSO DIE NATALI, EXPLEVIT, ET CLAUSIT ANNO 1728.

SINGULARIS prodigium O senectæ,
Et novum exemplum diuturnitatis,
Cujus annorum series in amplum

desinit orbem!

Vulgus infelix hominum, dies en!
Computo quam dispare computamus!

Quam tuâ a summâ procul est remota

summula nostra!

Pabulum nos luxuriesque lethi,

Nos, simul nati, incipimus perire,

Nos statim a cunis cita destinamur

præda sepulchro!

Occulit mors insidias, ubi vix

Vix opinari est, rapidæve febris

Vim repentinam, aut male pertinacis

semina morbi.

Sin brevem possit superare vita

Terminum, quicquid superest, vacivum,
Illud ignavis superest et imbe--

cillibus annis.

Detrahunt multum, minuuntque sorti
Morbidi questus gemitusque anheli;

Ad parem crescunt numerum diesque

atque dolores.

Si quis hæc vitet (quotus ille quisque est!) Et gradu pergendo laborioso

Ad tuum, fortasse tuum, moretur

reptilis ævum.

At videt, moestum tibi sæpe visum, injurias, vim, furta, dolos, et inso

lentiam, quo semper eunt, eodem

ire tenore.

Nil inest rebus novitatis; et quod
Uspiam est nugarum et ineptiarum,

Unius volvi videt, et revolvi

circulus ævi.

Integram ætatem tibi gratulamur;
Et dari nobis satis æstimamus,

Si tuam, saltem vacuam querelis

dimidiemus.