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So may thy Trojans, who are yet alive,
My tears flow down; the sharp edge cuts their
flood, And drinks my sorrows, that must drink my
way. But thou, dear sister, and yet dearer friend, 205 Shalt
cold ashes to their urn attend.
Unhappy Dido lies in quiet here. « The cause of death, and sword by which she
dy'd, 6. Æneas gave : the rest her arm supply’d.”
OVID'S ART OF LOVE.
IN Cupid's school whoe'er would take degree,
Ver. 1, In Cupid's school] We cannot fee, without real regret and mortification, such a waste of time and talent as what our author has flung away in translating fo loose and flagitious, as well as trilling work of his favourite Ovid, full of fome of the most exceptionable and nauseous circumstances of ancient mye thology. Imoft undoubtedly shall make no comment on it, nar on the two fucceeding translations,
Dr. J. WARTON,