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Fun'ral and bridal both; and all around
The borders with corruptlefs myrrh are crown'd:
On this incumbent; till ætherial flame
First catches, then confumes the coftly frame;
Confumes him too, as on the pile he lies;
He liv'd on odours, and in odours dies.

An infant-phoenix from the former fprings, His father's heir, and from his tender wings Shakes off his parent duft, his method he pursues, And the fame leafe of life on the fame terms


When grown to manhood he begins his reign,
And with stiff pinions can his flight sustain,
He lightens of its load the tree that bore
His father's royal fepulchre before,
And his own cradle: this with pious care
Plac'd on his back, he cuts the buxom air,
Seeks the fun's city, and his facred church,
And decently lays down his burden in the porch.
A wonder more amazing would we find?
Th' Hyæna fhews it, of a double kind,
Varying the fexes in alternate years,
In one begets, and in another bears.
The thin cameleon, fed with air, receives
The color of the thing to which he cleaves.


India, when conquer'd, on the conqu'ring God For planted vines the fharp-ey'd lynx beftow'd, Whose urine, fhed before it touches earth, Congeals in air, and gives to gems their birth. So coral, foft and white in ocean's bed, Comes harden'd up in air, and glows with red.

All changing species fhould my fong recite; Before I ceas'd, wou'd change the day to night. Nations and empires flourish and decay,

By turns command, and in their turns obey;
Time foftens hardy people, time again
Hardens to war a foft, unwarlike train.
Thus Troy, for ten long years, her foes withstood,
And daily bleeding bore th' expence of blood:
Now for thick streets it fhews an empty space,
Or only fill'd with tombs of her own perish'd race,
Herself becomes the fepulchre of what he was.

Mycene, Sparta, Thebes of mighty fame,
Are vanish'd out of fubftance into name,
And Dardan Rome, that just begins to rife,
On Tiber's banks, in time shall mate the skies;
Widening her bounds, and working on her


Ev'n now the meditates imperial fway:



Yet this is change, but the by changing thrives,
Like moons new born, and in her cradle ftrives
To fill her infant-horns; an hour fhall come
When the round world shall be contain'd in Rome.
For thus old faws foretel, and Helenus
Anchifes' drooping fon enliven'd thus,
When Ilium now was in a finking state,
And he was doubtful of his future fate:
O Goddess born, with thy hard fortune strive,
Troy never can be loft, and thou alive.
Thy paffage thou shalt free thro fire and sword,
And Troy in foreign lands fhall be restor❜d.
In happier fields a rifing town I fee,

Greater than what e'er was, or is, or e'er fhall be: And heav'n yet owes the world a race deriv'd from thee.

Sages and chiefs, of other lineage born,
The city fhall extend, extended fhall adorn :
But from Iulus he must draw his birth,

By whom thy Rome shall rule the conquer'd earth:
Whom heav'n will lend mankind on earth to reign,
And late require the precious pledge again.
This Helenus to great Æneas told,

Which I retain, e'er fince in other mold


My foul was cloth'd; and now rejoice to view My country walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew, Rais'd by the fall: decreed by lofs to gain; Enflav'd but to be free, and conquer'd but to reign.

"Tis time my hard-mouth'd courfers to control, Apt to run riot, and tranfgrefs the goal: And therefore I conclude, whatever lies In earth, or flits in air, or fills the fkies, All fuffer change, and we, that are of foul And body mix'd, are members of the whole. Then when our fires, or grandfires shall forfake The forms of men, and brutal figures take, Thus hous'd, fecurely let their spirits rest, Nor violate thy father in the beast, Thy friend, thy brother, any of thy kin; If none of thefe, yet there's a man within: O fpare to make a Thyeftean meal, T'inclofe his body, and his foul expel.

Ill cuftoms by degrees to habits rife, Ill habits foon become exalted vice: What more advance can mortals make in fin So near perfection, who with blood begin? Deaf to the calf that lies beneath the knife, Looks up, and from her butcher begs her life:

Deaf to the harmless kid, that ere he dies,
All methods to procure thy mercy tries,
And imitates in vain thy children's cries.
Where will he stop, who feeds with houshold

Then eats the poultry which before he fed ?

Let plough thy steers; that when they lose their breath,

To Nature, not to thee, they may impute their death.

Let goats for food their loaded udders lend, And sheep from winter-cold thy fides defend; But neither fprindges, nets, nor fnares employ, And be no more ingenious to deftroy.

Free as in air, let birds on earth remain,

Nor let infidious glue their wings constrain ;
Nor opening hounds the trembling ftag affright,
Nor purple feathers intercept his flight:
Nor hooks conceal'd in baits for fifh prepare,
Nor lines to heave 'em twinkling up in air.

Take not away the life you cannot give:
For all things have an equal right to live.
Kill noxious creatures, where 'tis fin to fave;
This only just prerogative we have:

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