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Here I put off the chains of death
Casimiri Epigramma 100. In sanctum Ardalionem, qui ex mimo Christianus fa&us, mar.
tyrium, passus eft. ARDALIO facros deridet carmine ritus, Festaque non æquâ voce theatra quatit, Audiit Omnipotence; “ Non est opus," inquit, hiulco “Fulmine; tam facilem, gratia, vince virum.” Deserit illa polos, et deserit ifte theatrum, Et tereti sacrum volvit in ense caput.
Sic, fic,” inquit, “abit noftræ comædia vitæ; “ Terra vale, cælum plaude, tyranne feri.”
Englished. On Saint Ardalio, wbo from a stageplayer became a Chris fian, and suffered martyrdom.
I. Ardalio jeers, and in his comick strains 'The myst’ries of our bleeding God profanes, While his loud laughter shakes the painted scenes. 3
II. Heav'n heard, and straight around the smoking throne The kindling lightning in thick flashes shone, And vengeful thunder murmur'd to be gone.
Ill. Mercy stood near, and with a smiling brow Calm'd the loud thunder; “ There's no need of you; “ Grace shall descend, and the weak man subdue."9
IV. Grace leaves the skies and he the stage forsakes, He bows his head down to the martyring axe, And as he bows chis gentle farewell speaks; 12
V. “ So goes the comedy of life away; " Vain earth adieu! Heav'n will applaud to-day : “Strike, courteoustyrant, and conclude the play.” 15
When the Protifiant church at Montpelier was demolifoedd
by the French king's order, the Protefiants laid the phones up in their burying-place, whereon a Fefuit made a Lutin epigram,
Englithed thus. A Hug'not church once at Montpelier built Stood and proclaim'd their madness and their guilt; Too long it stood beneath Heav'n's angry frown, Worthy when rising to be thunder'd down. Lewis at last, th’avenger of the skies, Commands, and level with the grourd it lies:
The stones dispers'd, their wretched offspring come,
The answer, by a French Proteftant,
5 Tears down the walls, a vistim to his rage. Young faithful hands pile up the facred stones (Dear monument!) o'er their dead fathers' bones; The stones shall move when the dead fathers rise, Start up before the pale destroyer's eyes, And testify his inadress to th'avenging kies. II
Two bappy rivals, Devotion and the Mufe.
In fiercest flames, and here the plays
my thoughts and wishes free,
II. If she roves
15 By fireams or groves, Tuning her pleasures or her pains, My pailion keeps her still in sight, My passion holds an equal flight Thro’ Love's or Nature's wide champaigns. If with bold attempt the fings Of the biggest mortal things, Tott'ring thrones and nations (lain, Or breaks the fleets of warring kings, While thunders roar
25 From shore to shore My foul fits fait upon her wings,
(plain : And sweeps the crimson furge or scours the purple Still I attend her as flie flies Round the broad globe and all beneath the skies. 30 I'olume I'.