Part 37 (1/2)

5. [JUVENAL. SATIRE XV. 169-171.]

[Some] esteem it no point of revenge to kill, Unless they may drink up the blood they spill: Who do believe that hands, and hearts, and heads, Are but a kind of meat, etc.

6. [INCERTI.]

The strongest body and the best Cannot subsist without due rest.

From Thomas Powell's _Cerbyd Fechydwiaeth_ (1657).

1. [THE LORD'S PRAYER.]

Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododd O'i dadol ddaioni, Yn faen-gwaddan i bob gweddi, Ac athrawieth a wnaeth i ni.

Ol[or] Vaughan.

From Thomas Powell's _Humane Industry_ (1661).

1. [CAMPION. EPIGR. I. 151.]

Time's-Teller wrought into a little round, Which count'st the days and nights with watchful sound; How--when once fix'd--with busy wheels dost thou The twice twelve useful hours drive on and show; And where I go, go'st with me without strife, The monitor and ease of fleeting life.

2. [GROTIUS. LIB. EPIGR. II.]

The untired strength of never-ceasing motion, A restless rest, a toilless operation, Heaven then had given it, when wise Nature did To frail and solid things one place forbid; And parting both, made the moon's...o...b..their bound, d.a.m.ning to various change this lower ground.

But now what Nature hath those laws transgress'd, Giving to Earth a work that ne'er will rest?

Though 'tis most strange, yet--great King--'tis not new: This work was seen and found before, in you.

In you, whose mind--though still calm--never sleeps, But through your realms one constant motion keeps: As your mind--then--was Heaven's type first, so this But the taught anti-type of your mind is.

3. [JUVENAL. SATIRE III.]

How oft have we beheld wild beasts appear From broken gulfs of earth, upon some part Of sand that did not sink! How often there And thence, did golden boughs o'er-saffron'd start!

Nor only saw we monsters of the wood, But I have seen sea-calves whom bears withstood; And such a kind of beast as might be named A horse, but in most foul proportion framed.

4. [MARTIAL. EPIGR. I. 105.]

That the fierce pard doth at a beck Yield to the yoke his spotted neck, And the untoward tiger bear The whip with a submissive fear; That stags do foam with golden bits.