Vitamque morti; Proh dolor! O graves Tonandis iræ! O Lex fatis afpera! Mercefque peccati severa

Adamici, vetitique fructus.

Non pœna lenis! Quò ruis impotens !
Quò Mufa! largas fundere lacrymas,
Buftique divini triumphos
Sacrilego temerare fletu ?

Sepone queftus, læta Deum cane
Majore chordâ. Pfalle fonoriùs
Ut ferreas mortis cavernas
Et rigidam penetravit aulam.

Senfêre Numen Regna feralia,
Mugit barathrum, contremuit chaos,
Dirùm fremebat Rex Gehennæ,
Perque fuum tremebundus orcum.

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Latè refugit." Nil agis impie, Mergat vel imis te Phlegethon vadis, "Hoc findet undas fulmen," inquit,

Et patrios jaculatus ignes.

Trajecit hoftem. Nigra filentia
Umbræque flammas æthereas pavent
Dudum perofæ, ex quo corufco
Præcipites cecidere cœlo.

Immane rugit jam tonitru; fragor
Latè ruinam mandat: ab infimis

Lectæque defignata genti

Tartara disjiciuntur antris.

Heic ftrata paffim vincula, & heîc jacent
Unci cruenti, tormina mentium
Invifa; ploratuque valto

Spicula mors fibi adempta plangit.

En, ut refurgit victor ab ultimo
Ditis profundo, curribus aureis
Aftricta raptans monftra noctis
Perdomitumque Erebi tyrannum.
Quanta angelorum gaudia jubilant
Victor paternum dum repetit polum ?
En qualis andet, dum beati
Limina fcandit ovans Olympi!

Io triumphe plectra feraphica,
Io triumphe Grex Hominum fonet,
Dum læta quaquaverfus ambos
Aftra repercutiunt triumphos.

SUI-IPSIUS INCREPATIO.

Co

EPIGRAMMA.

ORPORE cur hæres, Wattfi? cur incola terræ ?
Quid cupis indignum, mens habitare lutum ?

Te caro mille malis premit; hinc juvenes gravat artus
Languor, & hinc vegetus crimina fanguis alit.
Cura, amor, ira, dolor mentem malè diftrahit; auceps
Undique adeft Satanas retia fæva ftruens..

Sufpice ut æthereum fignant tibi nutibus aftra
Tramitem, & aula vocat parta Cruore Dei.

Te

Te manet Uriel dux; & tibi fubjicit alas

Stellatas Seraphîn officiofa cohors.

Te fuperûm chorus optat amans, te invitat Jefus,
"Huc ades & noftro tempora conde finû.”
Verè amat ille lutum quem nec dolor aut Satan arcet
Inde, nec alliciunt Angelus, Aftra, Deus.

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Excitatio Cordis Cælum verfus.

EU quot sêcla teris carcere corporis, Wattfi quid refugis limen & exitum ? Nec mens æthereum culmen, & atria

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Magni patris anhelitat?

Corpus vile creat mille moleftias,
Circum corda volant & dolor, & metus,
Peccatumque malis durius omnibus

Cæcas infidias ftruit.

Non hoc grata tibi gaudia de folo
Surgunt: Chriftus abeft, deliciæ tuæ,
Longè Chriftus abeft, inter & angelos

Et picta aftra perambulans.

* Cœli fumma petas, nec jaculabitur. Iracunda tonans fulmina: Te Deus Hortatur; Vacuum tende per Aera

Pennas nunc homini datas.

* Vide Horat. Lib. I. Od. 3.

Breath

Breathing toward the Heavenly Country.

Cafimire, Book I. Od. 19. imitated.

"Urit me Patriæ Decor, &c."

THE beauty of my native land
Immortal love infpires;

I burn, I burn with strong defires,
And figh, and wait the high command.
There glides the moon her shining way,
And fhoots my heart through with a silver ray,
Upward my heart aspires :

A thousand lamps of golden light

Hung high, in vaulted azure, charm my fight,
And wink and beckon with their amorous fires.
O ye fair glories of my heavenly home,

Bright centinels who guard my Father's court,
Where all the happy minds resort,
When will my Father's chariot come?
Muft ye for ever walk th' ethereal round,

For ever fee the mourner lie

An exile of the sky,

A prifoner of the ground?

Defcend some shining fervants from on high,

Build me a hafty tomb;

A graffy turf will raise my head ;

The neighbouring lilies dress my bed;
And shed a sweet perfume.

Here

Here I put off the chains of death,

My foul too long has worn: Friends, I forbid one groaning breath,

Or tear to wet my urn;

Raphael, behold me all undrest,

Here gently lay this flesh to reft;

Then mount, and lead the path unknown,

Swift I purfue thee, flaming guide, on pinions of my own.

The HUNDREDTH EPIGRAM of CASSIMIRE.

On Saint Ardalio, who from a Stage-Player became a Christian, and fuffered Martyrdom.

ARDALIO jeers, and in his comic strains

The mysteries of our bleeding God profanes, While his loud laughter shakes the painted fcenes. Heaven heard, and strait around the fmoaking throne The kindling lightning in thick flashes shone, And vengeful thunder murmur'd to be gone.

you;

Mercy stood near, and with a smiling brow
Calm'd the loud thunder; "There's no need of
"Grace shall defcend, and the weak man fubdue."
Grace leaves the skies, and he the stage forsakes,
He bows his head down to the martyring ax,
And as he bows, this gentle farewell speaks;

"So
“Vain earth, adieu; Heaven will applaud to-day;
"Strike, courteous tyrant, and conclude the play."

goes the comedy of life away;

When