He fwore indeed: but oaths, they fay, Which languishing young lovers fwear, To heav'n did never make their way, Cou'd never reach immortal ear! For now he burns with other fires, Who, while new love his heart inspires, Unnoted quite complains and mourns. XI. HORT was the time on thee, O earth, I spent, SHORT With little bleft, and yet with that content : Friend to no crimes, to no good man a foe, I come: nor you, ye pow'rs, that rule below, Be just; nor, earth, lie light upon my grave. E XII. PICEDES, defying frofts and fnows, Hunts o'er the mountains and his game pursues: Epigram X. He fwore, &c.] So Tibullus fays, Perjuria ridet amantum Juppiter, & ventos irrita ferre jubet. Jove laughs at lovers perjuries, And gives them to the winds. The hunter does his eafe forego, And all the foft delights of life, &c. But See Horace's Odes, &c. by eminent hands. Poets Epigram XII.] Horace, in his firft Ode, and lovers all agree, that The fruit that will fall. fpeaks of this particular; 3 without fhaking, is by far too mellow. But give him, what you will, already flain, But eafy conquefts with proud fcorn defpife. CA T XIII. ALLIMACHUS takes up this part of earth, XIV. HE Lycian warriour, Goddefs, gives to you His arrows he hath given to the foe! Ah me, I fear to that lov'd maid The fugitive draws nigh, From whom so frequently I bade For well alas-too well I know, What ufage there 'twill prove : In fcorn return'd, befet with woe, And murder'd half with love! W XVI. HEN Archeftrata, beauteous fair, I faw no mighty charms in her, And thought her beauty light I faid-(and troth I thought it true, Obferv'd my words, and book'd them too) "She was not fo engaging." my scorn, But quick in vengeance of my A fudden change I prove : And as again I gaze, I burn, And all my foul is love! A a Shall Shall I for this affront appeafe The maid or Deity ? Ah, fair one, thee cou'd I but please, What's Nemesis to me? XVII. On BERENICE the wife of PTOLEMY. OUR are the Graces, with the former three FOUR Another lately has obtain'd a place : In all things blest, bright Berenice, thee, Without whofe charms the Graces have no grace. W XVIII. HOE'ER thou art that on the defart fhores, Leontichus has found, he lays to rest ; While his own life of peril he deplores, With sweet repose, oh never, never blest: Epigram XVII.] There is an Epigram in the Αι χάριτες τρεις εισι· συ θη μια ταις τρισι κείναις COMA Epigram XVIII.] For a pleafing commentary on this, read the beautiful 28th Ode of the ift book of Horace. COMA BERENICE S: OR, The LOCK of BERENICE. The treffes Egypt's princess wore, Which fweet Callimachus fo fung before. PARNELL. E, who with curious and enlarged eye HT Survey'd the splendid glories of the sky ; 5 Coma Berenices, &c.] The original Greek of this poem is loft, and what we now have is only a tranflation of it in Latin by Catullus it is generally esteemed very excellent, its politenefs and elegancy being much admired. Voffius fays, Vix elegantius carmen Romano fermone fcriptum.Dr. Bentley has collected what remains of the Greek, which the learned reader will find, vol. 1. p. 434. of Grævius his edition of our author. There are very many critical enquiries concerning the Latin verfion, which I do not think myself obliged to confider: as my intention is only to give the reader a tranflation, as near the fenfe as we can be fuppofed to come: Critics will find room enough to exert their faculties and Wheels difplay their acumen by confulting Voffius, who hath given an edition of Catullus: after confidering their feveral remarks, I have endeavoured to express what appeared to me the author's true meaning. Ver. 6. From her aerial, &c.] Gyro aëris "We may learn from hence (fays a learned friend) that the antients, contrary to the opinion of modern philofophers, imagined that the air was extended thro' the coeleftial regions, as far as, or perhaps beyond the fixt ftars. Thus Horace aërias tentaffe domos, &c. See alfo Tully de Nat. Deorum, lib. 2. Perhaps this notion might be founded on the original revelation. Vid. Gen. i. 17. and Mar, ver. 6.` A a 2 |