III.

Old Darby, with Joan by his side,
You've often regarded with wonder;
He's dropsical, she is sore-ey'd,
Yet they're ever uneasy asunder.
Together they totter about,

Or sit in the sun at the door;

And at night, when old Darby's pot's out,
His Joan will not smoke a whiff more.

IV.

No beauty nor wit they possess,

Their several failings to smother;

Then what are the charms, can you guess,
That make them so fond of each other?

'Tis the pleasing remembrance of youth,
The endearments which youth did bestow;

The thoughts of past pleasure and truth,

The best of our blessings below.

V.

These traces for ever will last ;

No sickness or time can remove; For when youth and beauty are past,

And age brings the winter of love;

III.

Darbæum en vetulum vetula cum conjuge! vitam Quam placide infirmum par, et amanter agunt ! Blæsa illa est oculis, et crura hydropicus ille

Vix trahit; at letho majus abesse malum est, Gressibus invalidis conjux cum conjuge reptat; Aut simul apricans considet ante fores; Cumque ille extremum cyathi desumpserit haustum, Deponit, certâ lege, Joanna tubum.

IV.

Cum nulla utrivis, quicquid delinquit utervis,
Corporis excusent ingeniive bona;

Quas esse aut illi veneres aut conjicis illi?
Unde fit, alterius tam sit ut alter amans?
Dulce recordari est actos feliciter annos,

Quam sensim ad canam consenuêre fidem;
Inde sacrum fœdus, firmoque est copula nexu ;
Quâ melius terris Dii tribuêre nihil.

V.

Longum illa, in longum, quae nulla aboleverit atas, Nullaque morborum vis, monumenta manent: Namque decor simul omnis abest et gratia formæ ; Fitque, quod ætatis restat, amoris hyems;

A friendship insensibly grows,

By reviews of such raptures as these; The current of fondness still flows, Which decrepit old age cannot freeze.

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THE FLY.

I.

BUSY, curious, thirsty fly,
Drink with me, and drink as I;
Freely welcome to my cup,

Could'st thou sip, and sip it up;
Make the most of life you may,
Life is short, and wears away.

II.

Both alike, both thine and mine,

Hasten quick to their decline;

Thine's a summer, mine's no more,

Though repeated to threescore:

Threescore summers, when they're gone,

Will appear as short as one.

1

Crescit amicitiæ suavis reputantibus usus,
Quam vel adhuc grati præteriêre dies.
Quæque retardari possunt per nulla senectæ
Frigora, perpetuo gaudia fonte fluunt.

POTARE, musca, de meo aut quovis scypho

Vocata, non vocata, præsens advena,
Lubens libensque curiosam exple sitim,
Siccare totum si valebis poculum:

Ævi fugacis punctulum carpe, arripe;
Ævi, quod interire pergit indies.

II.

Utriusque vita properat, et tua et mea,
Ad exitum cursu incitato vergere ;
Estas tuæ, nec amplius spatium est meæ,

Ad bis tricenas usque si redit vices :
Cum præteribit bis tricena, sicuti

Unius æstatis videbitur fuga.

THE INVITATION

ΤΟ

A ROBIN REDBREAST.

I.

DOMESTIC bird, whom wintry blasts
To seek for humane aid compel,
To me for warmth and shelter flie,

Welcome beneath my roof to dwell:
Supplies, thy hunger to relieve,

I'll daily at my window lay,

Assur'd, that daily those supplies

With grateful song thou wilt repay.

II.

Soon as the new-returning spring

Shall call thee forth to woods and groves,

Freely revisit then the scene,

Which notes as sweet as thine approves :