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Fun'ral and bridal both; and all around
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,
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;
Mycene, Sparta, Thebes of mighty fame,
Ev'n now the meditates imperial fway:
Yet this is change, but the by changing thrives,
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,
By whom thy Rome shall rule the conquer'd earth:
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,
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 ;
Take not away the life you cannot give: