53* poem, ^u^. 29. 



MARTIAL, LIB. xii. EPIG. 21. IMITATED. 

 For the Bet. 

 Who could believe, Marcclla, that thy birth 

 Had dignified this humble nook of earth ? 

 That S'j much wit, and eloquence, and t:aSte, 

 Had sprung unturor'd fiom this lonely waste ? 

 Ev'n Rome, proud emprefs of the world, would claim, 

 Were half thy talents known, her portion of thy fame. 

 Not the whole daughters of her ancient line, 

 Can boast a single spouse of worth like mine ; 

 For Rome, and all I lov'd, no more I mourn, 

 In thee concenter'd all her charms return. Emilius. 



MARTIAL, LIB. XU. EPIG. 34. IMITATED. 

 For the Bee. 

 1 HRrcE ten revolving years at least, 



Dear Julius have we been acquainted; 

 And both upon the whole been blest. 

 Though daily with vexation tainted. 



When foes revil'd, or friends betray'd, 



Our hearts have wrung perhaps with sorrow; 



But a firm effort always made 

 Complete resources for to-morrow. 



The way to (liun a thousand woes, 



Entail'd by nature on existence. 

 Is to let neither friends nor- foes 



Intrude within a guarded distance. 



For why repine at vice elate, 



For injiir'd worth our courage drown; 

 Let us who cannot alter fate, 



Mind no man's bus'nefs but our owr. Sq_uaiii ToisJ 



AN EPIGRAM FROM A COLLECTION OF POEMS NIVER PUBLISHED. 

 For the Bee. 

 ijRiES Celia to a rev'rer.d dean, 



What recson can be given. 

 Since marriage is a holy thing. 

 That there are none in heaven .* 



There are no women, he replied. 



She quick returns the jest: 

 Women there are ; but I'm afraid 



They cannot find a priest. 



