PARAPHRASIS LATINA, IN Duo Poemata, (Quorum alterum a Miltono, alterum a Clievelando Anglice scriptum fuit)  
Quibus deploratur Mors juvenis praeclari & eruditi, D. Edvardi King, qui Nave, qua vectabatur, Saxo illisa, in Oceano Hybernico submersus est.  
Autore Gulielmo Hogaeo.  
TWO POEMS. (The one whereof was Penned by Milton, and the other by Clieveland)  
Upon the Death of a worthy and learned young Gentleman, Mr. Edward King, who was drowned in the Irish Seas: to which is added a Latin Paraphrase on both, which was penned by W. H.  
LONDON, Printed for the Author, 1694.   

In Laudem Academiae Cantabrigiensis.  

QUam Cantabrigij sedes foecunda Lycaei!  
O quot praeclaros protulit illa viros!   

Miltoni altivolas trahit hinc facundia pennas,  
Hinc, Lycida, ingenij gloria clara tui.   

Hinc tuus hunc deflens Clivlande supervolat ardor  
Fervidus aetherei sydera celsa poli.   

Nomina magna virùm, quibus alma haec unica mater,  
Si, quot sint rogites, pulveris instar habent.    

Nobilissimo, Illustrissimoque COMITI MULGRAVIAE,  
Anglicanae Nobilitatis Honori ac Decori,  
Musarum Patri ac Patrono,  
Nec minus ingenij quam prosapiae sublimitate venerando,  
Opusculum hoc literarium,  
In gratitudinis ob multa & insignia in me collata beneficia Testimonium,  
Do, dico, consecro.   

To the Reader.  
THis Worthy Gentleman, Mr. Edward King, was a Fellow Student with Milton and Clieveland in Christ's College in Cambridge: Who having sailed from Chester, the Ship that he was in foundered upon a Rock on the Irish Seas. Some escaped in the Boat, and great endeavours were used in that great consternation to get him into the Boat, which did not prevail. So he and all with him were▪ drowned, except those only that escaped in the Boat: Now he was a Person generally beloved in his Life, which made him so much lamented at his Death: Which occasioned several Students to pen lamentations on his Death, among whom was this Milton and Clieveland. I was desired by others to make these two Translations, which was the occasion that I penned them. I was advised to put them in the Press, and that which encouraged me to adventure to do it, was hopes that ingenious Gentlemen will communicate tokens of their kindness to me, for at this time my necessity is very great: These Poems will afford a high and innocent recreation.   


LYCIDAS.  
The Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637. And by occasion foretells the ruin of the corrupted Clergy then in their height.  
YEt once more, O ye Laurels, and once more  
Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fear,  
I come to pluck your Berries harsh and crude,  
And with forced fingers rude,  
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year,  
Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear,  
Compels me to disturb your season due:  
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,  
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:  
Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew  
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.  
He must not float upon his watery bear  
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,  
Without the meed of some melodious tear.  
Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well,  
That from beneath the feat of Jove doth spring,  
Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.  
Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse,  
So may some gentle Muse  
With lucky words favour my destined Urn,  
And as he passes turn,  
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.  
For we were nursed upon the selfsame hill,  
Fed the same flock; by fountain, shade, and rill.  
Together both, ere the high Lawns appeared  
Under the opening eyelids of the morn,  
We drove a field, and both together heard  
What time the Gray-fly winds her sultry horn,  
Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night;  
Oft till the Star that rose at Evening, bright,  
Towards heavens descent had sloped his westering wheel.  
Mean while the Rural ditties were not mute,  
Tempered to th' Oaten Flute,  
Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with clov'n heel,  
From the glad sound would not be absent long,  
And old Damaetas loved to hear our Song.  
But O the heavy change, now thou art gone,  
Now thou art gone, and never must return!  
Thee Shepherd, thou the Woods, and desert Caves,  
With wild Thyme and the gadding Vine o'ergrown,  
And all their echoes mourn.  
The Willows, and the Hazle Copses green,  
Shall now no more be seen,  
Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.  
As killing as the Canker to the Rose,  
Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze,  
Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear,  
When first the White Thorn blows;  
Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.  
Where were ye Nymphs, when the remorseless deep  
Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas?  
For neither were ye playing on the steep,  
Where your old Bards, the famous Druids lie,  
Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,  
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream:  
Ah me, I fond dream!  
Had ye been there— for what could that have done?  
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,  
The Muse herself for her enchanting son  
Whom Universal nature did lament,  
When by the rout that made the hideous roar,  
His gory visage down the stream was sent,  
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore.  
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care  
To end the homely slighted Shepherds trade,  
And strictly meditate the thankless Muse,  
Were it not better done as others use,  
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,  
Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?  
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise  
(That last infirmity of Noble mind)  
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;  
But the fair Guerdon when we hope to find,  
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,  
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,  
And slits the thin spun life. But not the praise,  
Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears;  
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,  
Nor in the glistering foil  
Set off to th'world, nor in broad rumour lies,  
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes,  
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;  
As he pronounces lastly on each deed,  
Of so much fame in Heav●n expect thy meed.  
O Fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood,  
Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds,  
That strain I heard was of a higher mood:  
But now my Oat proceeds,  
And listens to the Herald of the Sea  
That came in Neptune's plea,  
He asked the Waves, and asked the Felon Winds  
What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?  
And questioned every gust of rugged wings  
That blows from off each beaked Promontory;  
They knew not of his story,  
And sage Hippotades their answer brings,  
That not a blast was from his Dungeon strayed,  
The Air was calm, and on the level brine,  
Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.  
It was that fatal and perfidious Bark  
Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark,  
That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.  
Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow,  
His Mantle hairy▪ and his Bonnet sedge,  
Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge  
Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.  
Ah; who hath rest (quoth he) my dearest pledge?  
Last came, and last did go,  
The Pilot of the Galilean, lake,  
Two massy Keys he bore of metals twain,  
(The Golden opes, the Iron shuts amain)  
He shook his Mitred locks, and stern bespoke,  
How well could I have spared for thee, young swain,  
Enough of such as for their bellies sake,  
Creep and intrude▪ and climb into the fold?  
Of other care they little reckoning make,  
Then how to scramble at the shearers feast,  
And shove away the worthy bidden guest;  
Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold  
A Sheephook, or have learned aught else the least  
That to the faithful Herdmans' art belongs!  
What recks it them? What need they? They are sped;  
And when they list, their lean and flashy songs  
Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw,  
The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed,  
But swollen with wind, and the rank missed they draw,  
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:  
Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw  
Daily devours apace, and nothing said,  
But that two-handed engine at the door,  
Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.  
Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past,  
That shrunk thy streams; Return Sicilian Muse,  
And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast  
Their Bells, and Flourets of a thousand hues.  
Ye Valleys low where the mild whispers use,  
Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks,  
On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks,  
Throw hither all your acquaint enamelled eyes,  
That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers,  
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.  
Bring the rather Primrose that forsaken dies.  
The tusten Crow-toe, and pale Jessamine,  
The white Pink, and the Pansie freakt with jet,  
The glowing Violet.  
The Musk▪ rose, and the well attired Woodbine,  
With Cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,  
And every flower that sad embroidery wears:  
Bid Amarantus all his beauty shed,  
And Daffodils fill their cups with tears,  
To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies.  
For so to interpose a little ease,  
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.  
Ah me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas  
Wash far away, where ere thy bones are hurled,  
Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,  
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide.  
Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world;  
Or whether thou to our moist vows denied,  
Sleepest by the fable of Bellerus old,  
Where the great vision of the guarded Mount  
Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold;  
Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth,  
And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.  
Weep no more, woeful Shepherds weep no more,  
For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,  
Sunk though he be beneath the watery floar,  
So sinks the daystar in the Ocean bed,  
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,  
And tricks his beams, and with new spangled Ore,  
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:  
So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,  
Through the dear might of him that walked the waves  
Where other groves, and other streams along,  
With Nectar pure his oozy Looks he laves,  
And hears the unexpressive Nuptial Song,  
In the blessed Kingdoms meek of joy and love.  
There entertain him all the Saints above,  
In solemn Troops, and sweet Societies  
That sing, and singing in their glory move,  
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.  
Now Lycidas the Shepherds weep no more;  
Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore,  
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good  
To all that wander in that perilous flood.  
Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th' Oaks and Rills,  
While the still morn went out with Sandals grey,  
He touched the tender stops of various Quills,  
With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:  
And now the Sun hath stretched out all the Hill,  
And now was dropped into the Western Bay;  
At last he rose, and twitched his Mantle blew:  
To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.    


On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, drowned in the Irish Seas.  
I Like not tears in tune, nor do I prise  
His artificial Grief who scans his eyes.  
Mine weep down pious Beads; but why should I  
Confine them to the Muse's Rosary?  
I am no Poet here; my Pen's the Spout  
Where the Rain-water of mine eyes run out  
In pity of that Name, whose Fate we see  
Thus copied out in Grief's Hydrography.  
The Muses are not Mermaids, though upon  
His Death the Ocean might turn Helicon.  
The Sea's too rough for Verse; who rhymes upon't  
With Xerxes strives to fetter th' Hellespont.  
My Tears will keep no Channel, know no Laws  
To guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause  
Run with disturbance, till they swallow me  
As a Description of his Misery.  
But can his spacious Virtue find a Grave  
Within the Imposthumed bubble of a Wave?  
Whose Learning if we sound, we must confess  
The Sea but shallow, and him bottomless.  
Could not the Winds to countermand thy death  
With their whole Card of Lungs redeem thy breath?  
Or some new Island in thy rescue peep  
To heave thy Resurrection from the Deep;  
That so the World might see thy safety wrought  
With no less wonder than thyself was thought?  
The famous Stagirite (who in his life  
Had Nature as familiar as his Wife)  
Bequeathed his Widow to survive with thee  
Queen Dowager of all Philosophy.  
An ominous Legacy, that did portend  
Thy Fate, and Predecessor's second end.  
Some have affirmed that what on Earth we find,  
The Sea can parallel for shape and kind.  
Books, Arts and Tongues were wanting, but in thee  
Neptune hath got an University.  
We'll dive no more for Pearls; the hope to see  
Thy Sacred Relics of Mortality  
Shall welcome Storms, and make the Seamen prise  
His Shipwreck now more than his Merchandise.  
He shall embrace the Waves, and to thy Tomb,  
As to a Royaler Exchange shall come.  
What can we now expect? Water and Fire,  
Both Elements our ruin do conspire;  
And that dissolves us which doth us compound,  
One Vatican was burnt, another drowned.  
We of the Gown our Libraries must toss  
To understand the greatness of our loss;  
Be Pupils to our Grief, and so much grow  
In Learning, as our Sorrows overflow.  
When we have filled the Roundlets of our Eyes  
We'll issueed forth, and vent such Elegies,  
As that our Tears shall seem the Irish Seas,  
We floating Island, living Hebrides.  
FINIS.    


LYCIDAS.  
Author lamentatur amicum eruditum, infeliciter Mari Hyberno submersum, postquam a Cestria solvisset. 1637. Et, occasione oblata, corruptorum Clericorum ruinam praedicit, qui tunc temporis pro libitu in sublimi dignitatis gradu vitam agitabant.  
RUrsus odoratae myrti laurique virentes,  
Vestitae aureolos hedera serpente corymbos,  
Rursus ego vestras redeo decerpere baccas,  
Quanquam acidas, ' nec dum maturo Sole recoctas.  
Et vestras spoliare comas, & Spargere passim,  
Frigora quanquam absunt procul Autumnalia, nec dum  
Hispidus arboreos Aquilo populatur honores.  
Me dolor ac duri necopina injuria fati  
Tempora vestra meis cogunt turbare querelis.  
Occidit heu! tenerae Lycidas in flore juventae,  
Occidit heu dulcis Lycidas, nullumque reliquit  
Illem parem. Blandi Lycidae jam funera justis  
Deplorare modis quis non velit? Ipse canendi  
Arte Sophoelaeum dedicit transire cothurnum.  
Arva per aequorei infletum fluitare profundi  
Tene decet? nullis digna an tua fata querelis,  
Dum te fluctus habet, versantque per aequora venti?  
Nunc utinam eloquij charites, & vivida vocum  
Gratia, quas olim est veterum turba impia vatum  
Aonias mentita deas, mihi protinus adsint,  
Jucund●que novam modulentur arundine musam.  
Forsitan & nostras pariter comitabitur umbras  
Carmine musa pio, cinerique precabitur hospes  
Praeteriens, tacita placidus requiesce sub urna.  
Unicus amborum paritur juvenilibus annis  
Mons nutritor erat, pariter quoque pavimus unum  
Ambo gregem gelidos jucundi fontis ad ortus,  
Aut rivi salientis aquas, aut arboris umbram.  
Ambo simul teneras ad pascua laeta capellas  
Duximus, ante oculis quam pulchra Aurora reclusis,  
Reddiderat lucemque Orbi rebusque colorem.  
Et simul exiguae jucundo murmure muscae  
Noctivagam resonare tubam exaudivimus ambo  
Per placidos Lunae cursus, jam rore recenti  
Nectareos spargente gregis per vellera succos.  
Soepe etiam haud serae libuit decedere nocti,  
Donec ab Eoa nitido quae vespere Lympha  
Stella exorta fuit, medij transivit Olympi  
Culmen, & Hesperias cursum convertit ad undas.  
Interea, harmonicas digitis moderantibus auras,  
Agrestem inflamus calamum, choreasque pilosi  
In numerum ducunt Satyri, Faunique nequibant  
Capripedes nostris cohibere a cantibus aurem,  
Ipse senex nostra Damaetas gestit avena.  
Heu male mutatae Fortunae injuria! vadis,  
Vadisad aeternas (nunquam heu rediture) tenebras.  
Te, Pastor, sylvae umbriferae, viridesque recessus  
Antrorum; quot ubique thymo vel vite teguntur,  
Undique jure dolent, resonatque dolentibus Echo▪  
Ah! salices cessant virides, humilesque myricae,  
Nunc resonare tuae, ramosque inflectere musae.  
Ut nocet atra rosis aerugo, ut pestis acerba est  
OEstrum immane boum, glacialia frigora flores  
Qualiter infestant tunica variante decoros,  
Cum niveus primum florescere coepit acanthus:  
Sic quoque pastores (triste ac miserabile!) lethi  
O Lycida dilecte, tui dolor urit acerbus.  
Quae nemora, aut qui vos saltus habuere puellae  
Naiades, immensis Lycidas cum est obrutus undis?  
Nam neque duxistis choreas super ardua rupis  
Culmina praeruptae, druidum monumenta priorum,  
Nec vos saxosae tennere cacumina Monae;  
Nec Deva Fatidicas ubi latè exporrigit undas.  
Cur ego vana loquor? praesens si vestra fuisset  
Tota cohors, huic ecquid opem auxiliumque tulisset?  
Orphei Calliopaea suo quam ferre valebat  
Tristis opem? Nil musa suo succurrere nato,  
Cujus ad interitum rerum natura dolebat,  
Tunc potuit, cum foemineae furor iraque turbae,  
Discerptum latos juvenem quae sparsit in agros,  
Sanguineum caput Orpheia cervice revulsum,  
Hebre, tuis injecit aquis, quod ad usque cucurrit  
Littora, quae miseri letho bene nota Leandri.  
Quid juvat assiduis frustra tabescere curis,  
Et pastoralis studium contemnere vitae,  
Et vanum ingratae musae impendisse laborem?  
Nonne fuit satius, sociorum more per umbras  
Suaviter arboreas sectari Amaryllida dulcem,  
Atque Neaera, tuos leviter prensare capillos.  
Fama viros, quorum sublimi in pectore virtus.  
Se generosa locat, cohibere libidinis aestum  
(Pessima nobilium solet esse haec lerna virorum)  
Incitat, & duros etiam sufferre labores.  
Ast ubi poene tibi illustris tetigisse videris  
Culmen honoris, adest Lachesis cum forcipe dira,  
Et fragilis vitae filum secat. At mihi Phoebus,  
Fama tamen post fata manet, secura sepulchri,  
Dixerat, & tremulas leviter mihi vellicat aures.  
Fama est planta solo minimè prognata caduco:  
Fortunae secura nitet, nec fascibus ullis  
Erigitur plausuve petit clarescere vulgi.  
Judicis ante jovae purissima lumina lucem  
Illa cupit fulgere suam; quicunque verendum  
Illius ante thronum laudemque decusque reportat,  
Hujus in aethereo fama effulgebit Olympo.  
O Arethusa, & tu, Fluvius celeberrime, Minci,  
Undique vocali redimitus arundine frontem,  
Lene fluens, quae nunc recito, mihi dicta fuerunt  
Haec longe graviore sono, graviore cothurno.  
Sed mea propositam repetat nunc fistula musam.  
Tunc quoque caeruleus vada per Neptunia Triton  
Circumagebat iter liquidum, fluctusque sonoros  
Perfidaque, Aeolios, interrogat agmina ventos:  
Unde haec saeva bono pecoris data fata magistro?  
Quaecunque altisonis ullo de monte procellis  
Horrida flabra volant, ruptaeve cacumine rupis,  
Ille rogat: miseri cuncta haec tamen inscia fati.  
Hippotadesque sagax cunctorum nomine tales  
Reddidit ore sonos: nullius flamina venti  
Nuper ab Aeoliis sese effudere cavernis.  
Ridebant taciti tranquilla silentia ponti,  
Et placido lapsu Panope, centumque sorores  
Aequora plana legunt, stratamque aequaliter undam.  
Perfida navis erat, crudeli dedita fato,  
Quae rimis accepit aquam, sacrumque repente  
Mersit in ima caput, medioque sub aequore texit.  
Proximus incessu senior tardissimus ibat  
Camus, & hirsuta velatus veste; galetus  
Carice factus erat, variis obscura figuris  
Quem textura notat, quem circum vitta colori  
Par, Hyacinthe, tuo, questus inscripte cucurrit:  
Heu! mihi quis rapuit carissima pignora? dixit.  
Ultimus huc venit, rediitque hinc ultimus, undae  
Cui Galilaeanae custodia creditur; illi  
Duplex clavis erat, duplici formata metallo,  
(Aurea portam aperit, subito quam ferrea claudit)  
Tempora tum nitidâ quassans ornata tiarâ  
Talia fatus erat tetricae cum murmure vocis.  
Quam bene nunc pro te, si vertere fata liceret,  
Quam bene nunc pro te, juvenum cariffime multos  
Concessissem alios, stimulante cupidine ventris  
Quifurtim, ac tacitè irrumpunt, & ovilia scandunt?  
Unica cura quibus pecorum fuit usque magistri  
Vi rapuisse epulas, avid●que hausisse paratas,  
Convivasque alios audaci pellere dextr●.  
O coeci ventres! qui vix comprendere dextra  
Pastorale pedum, aut aliquid didicêre, fideles  
Quod juvat atque decet pecorum praestare magistros.  
Quid curant? quid curae opus est? bene vivitur illis.  
Et licet his, ubicunque libet, sub vindice nullo  
Stridenti miserum stipula disperdere carmen.  
Interea pecudes languentia lumina volvunt,  
Tabescuntque fame, miseris quia pabula desunt.  
Sed ventis nebulisque tument, sensimque putrescunt  
Interius, sparguntque sui contagia morbi.  
Insuper & teneras vis quotidiana luporum  
Clam discerpit oves, avidamque immergit in alvum.  
Machina sed gemino ad portas armata flagello  
Protinus his uno parat ictu accersere fatum.  
Nunc, Alphaee, tuositerum convertere cursus  
Incipe, nunc vox dira abiit, vox dira quievit,  
Quae fluvium terrore tuum retrò ire coegit.  
Tu quoque pastoris saculi modulamine quondam  
Edita Musa redi: nemorumque umbracla colores  
Huc florum innumeros simul injectare jubeto.  
Vos quoque nunc valles humiles, ubi florea Tempe  
Et venti placidis resonant, fluviique susurris,  
Quarum haud soepe sinus cancri ferus attigit ardor,  
Undique gemmantes oculos conferte, virenti  
Nectareos quicunque bibunt in cespite succos,  
Floribus & vernis totam depingite terram.  
Huc rosa, jucundi quae dicta est primula veris,  
Quae moritur, si spreta jacet; Pulcherque hyacinthus,  
Huc quoque cum niveis vaccinia flava ligustris,  
Huc quoque Sylvarum cum Garyophillide can●  
Moschitaeque rosae, violarum & amabile germen,  
Atque periclymenos fulgenti ornatus amictu,  
Paralysisque etiam, fulvo quae tota metallo  
Pallet, & in terram pendente cacumine vergit,  
Et quicunque gerit tunicam flos luctibus aptam,  
Conveniant, pariterque locum glomerentur in unum  
Huc Amaranthe veni, quem non borealia laedunt  
Frigora, quem aestiferi non torrent brachia cancri.  
Huc, Narcisse veni, lachrymis tua pocula replens  
Suavibus; huc flores veniant quoscunque vocavi,  
Laurigerique tegant Lycidae venerabile bustum.  
Gaudia sic maestis juvat interponere curis,  
Solarique animos sicta sub imagine nostros;  
Dum te fluctus agit, ventisque sonantia volvunt  
Aequora vasta, trahuntque tuum, retrahuntque cadaver.  
Sive ultra aestiferis ferventes Hebridas undis,  
(Hic tu fortè lates rapido sub gurgitae tectus,  
Imaque monstriferi visis penetralia mundi.)  
Sive remotus abes procul hinc, longumque soporem  
Carpis, ubi sedem tenuit Bellerus avitam,  
Pristina quem veterum celebrant mendacia vatum,  
Mons ubi praesidio circumdatus undique, spectat  
Namaneon, spectatque tuos, Bayona, recessus.  
Ad Patrias sedes, precor, o precor, Angelo, rursus  
Respice nunc miseros non aversatus amicos.  
Vos quoque delphines juveni supponite tergum,  
Perque plagas vasti vitreas portate profundi.  
Nunc pecorum placidi fletus inhibete magistri.  
Non periit letho Lycidas, cessitve sepulchri  
Legibus, aequoreâ jaceat licet obrutus undâ.  
Haud aliter Phoebi se praevia stella profundum  
Mergit in hesperium, diversis rursus ab undis  
Mane novo surgens, multo spectabilis auro  
Erigit illa caput, primoque ardescit Eoo.  
Sic Lycidas primum ima petit, dein ardua scandit:  
Praeside nempe illo, tumidi qui terga profundi  
Haud secus ac siccam pedibus peragravit arenam,  
Spumeaque intrepidis calcavit marmora plantis.  
Hic alios inter Sylvae nemoralis honores,  
Atque alios longe fluvios se nectare puro  
Obruit, atque suos miro lavit amne capillos,  
Aetheriosque hilari laetus trahit aure hymenaeos  
In regnis, ubi floret amor & pura voluptas.  
Hic quoque Sanctorum chorus illum amplectitur omnis,  
Ordine qui juncti pariter coelestia cantant  
Carmina & aetherias ducunt cantando choraeas.  
Atque oculis abigunt lachrymam procul illius omnem.  
Nunc pecorum placidi Lycidam lugere magistri  
Absistunt. Tu, littoreas dum carpis arenas,  
(Haec tibi in Elysiis durabunt praemia campis)  
Semper eris quovis meliorque & faustior astro  
Puppe periclosam trepidâ tranantibus undam.  
Talia concinuit peregrinus carmina Pastor  
Quercubus alti●omis, fluviorum & lenibus undis,  
Dum croceis Aurora rotis invecta redibat.  
Mutabatque sonos relegens, orisque recursu  
Dissimili tenuem variabat arundine ventum.  
Jam Sol majores umbras super alta tetendit  
Culmina, & Hesperiis post paulò absconditur undis.  
Tandem iterum rediit, viridemque remisit amictum.  
Cras sylvas peragrare novas, nova pascua cordi est.    


Deploratio mortis juvenis praeclarissimi, D. Edvardi King, qui Mari Hyberno submersus periit.  
NOn mihi cantantes lachrymae, non humida comptum  
Fraude latente, placent manantia lumina versum.  
Fonte cadit mihi gemma pio densissima; vestris  
Cur ego musarum nunc arcta rosaria septis  
Me teneam? non Pierideses, non hujus Apollo  
Carminis Autor erat; calamus mihi nempe canalis  
Fungitur arte cavi, lachrymarum immensa per illum  
Ex oculis cadit unda meis, sistique recusat,  
Dum tua fata queror, maesti tua fata doloris  
Heu floidis descripta notis, calamoque liquenti.  
Pierideses n●n sunt ponti seirenes alumnae,  
Huju● at Oceanus celebrando in funere posset  
Pieridum in virides converti Helicona recessus.  
Aequora sunt hirsuta minis pro carmine in undis  
Aequoreis qui verba metro connectere tentat,  
Xerxis adinstar agit, qui te vincire catenis  
Hellesponte, suis studio certabat inani.  
En lachrymae sine lege meae, sine limit certo  
Praecipites pronaeque ruunt, velut unda, doloris  
Causa mei, ventis agitantibus, ordine nullo  
Rumpit iter, donec rapidis harum obruar ipse  
Vorticibus, miseri fato assimilatus amici.  
An virtus spatiosa tamen reperire sepulchrum  
Possit in aestiserae bullanti gurgit limphae?  
Cujus in alta libet si fors demittere plumbum,  
Immensi maris unda, illi collata, videtur  
Esse brevis, parvumque refert imitamine stagnum,  
Usque adeo in vastam sine limit tendit abyssum.  
Nonne sub Aeolijs sese cohibentia claustris  
Flamina cuncta simul unitis viribus unam  
Sustinuere animam revocarea limine lethi?  
Cyclade nonne nova e vastis oriente lacunis  
Aequoris, aequorei de mole resurgere busti  
Tu poteras, tantumque novis percellere mundum  
Ortibus, ante tua quantum virtute stup●bat?  
Magnus Aristoteles, (qui donee vixerat, omnem  
Naturam rimatus erat, nec notior illi  
Uxor erat) moriens viduam tibi tradidit illam,  
Quae mundi Regina manet, cui scilicet uni  
Pulchra Philosophici data sunt diademata regni.  
Omine proh! dira conjux tibi tradita, fati  
Praescia, Aristoteles heu! te moriente, secundo  
Concidit, ecce, latens iterum sub gurgite letho.  
Quaecunque in vastis terrarum cernimus oris,  
His paria ingenti latitare sub aequore quidam  
Et genus & variam credunt referentia formam.  
Artibus ante tamen, linguis librisque carebant  
Aequora, nunc, liquidis quia tu versaris in undis,  
Cecropium, ecce, tenent Neptunia regna Lyca●um.  
Quaerere jam nitidas sub aquarum gurgite gemmas  
Vix operae pretium est, dum spe majore tenemur  
Relliquias spectare tuas, audire procellam  
Haec avide horrisonam, turbantibus aequora ventis,  
Spes jubet, haec spes naufragium quoque mercibus ipsum  
Gratius esse facit cupidis te cernere nautis.  
Illi ad littoreas cupidè gradiuntur arenas,  
Acceduntque tui spumantia marmora busti.  
Ceu magis excambi regalis nomine digna  
Illa forent. Quae spes superest? simul ignis & unda,  
Bina elementa parant nobis inferre ruinam.  
Quae nos composuere, iterum nos illa resolvunt,  
Declinantque, iterumque sua in primordia cedunt,  
Una exusta fuit flamma Vaticana rogali,  
Alteza is aequorei gremio jacet obruta ponti.  
Scrinia nostra manu crebra versemus oportet  
Turba togata, novum cupientes discere damnum;  
Sit vice doctoris dolor ipse; scientia crescat  
Cum doctore suo. Nostros, ubi flumine largo  
Intumuere, elegi carmen vacuabit ocellos:  
Usque adeo ut lachrymae hyberni maris aequora nostrae  
Aequiparare, ipsique vagae videamur in undis  
Insulae, & aestiferi sinuoso in gurgite ponti  
Hebrides ire anima passimque redire retenta.  
FINIS.