6. [MENANDER. FRAGM. CXXVIII.]
Whom God 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.