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Long life, oppress'd with many woes, Meets more, the further still it goes.

5. [JUVENAL. SATIRE X. 278-286.]

What greater good had deck'd great Pompey's crown Than death, if in his honours fully blown, And mature glories he had died? those piles Of huge success, loud fame, and lofty styles Built in his active youth, long lazy life Saw quite demolish'd by ambitious strife.

He lived to wear the weak and melting snow Of luckless age, where garlands seldom grow, But by repining Fate torn from the head Which wore them once, are on another shed.

6. [MENANDER. FRAGM. CXXVIII.]

Whom G.o.d doth take care for, and love, He dies young here, to live above.

7. [INCERTI.]

Sickness and death, you are but sluggish things, And cannot reach a heart that hath got wings.

From _Primitive Holiness, set forth in the Life of Blessed Paulinus_ (1654).

1. [AUSONIUS. EPIST. XXIV. 115-16.]

Let me not weep to see thy ravish'd house All sad and silent, without lord or spouse, And all those vast dominions once thine own Torn 'twixt a hundred slaves to me unknown.

2. [AUSONIUS. EPIST. XXIII. 30-1; XXV. 5-9, 14, 17.]

How could that paper sent, That luckless paper, merit thy contempt?

Ev'n foe to foe--though furiously--replies, And the defied his enemy defies.

Amidst the swords and wounds, there's a salute, Rocks answer man, and though hard are not mute.

Nature made nothing dumb, nothing unkind: The trees and leaves speak trembling to the wind.

If thou dost fear discoveries, and the blot Of my love, Tanaquil shall know it not.

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