But especially in the Prince of the Lyric Poets:
[25] ——amat Janua limen.
In rusty Silence mourns your Gate. Oldsworth.
[26] —& ademptus Hector Tradidit fessis leviora tolli Pergama Graiis.
[27] Qua pinus ingens, albaque populus, Umbram hospitalem consociare amant Ramis, & obliquo laborat Lympha fugax trepidare rivo.
There where the Poplar and the stately Pine Meet in a Shade, and closely twine, To form the Bow'r with thick entangled Bows, And where the limpid Stream in curling Murmurs flows. Oldsworth.
[28] Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus, Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro? Cui flavam religas comam, Simplex munditiis?
Beneath the rosy Bow'r, Chloë, what am'rous Boy Sweet as the dewy Flow'r Now tastes your Lips, (Delusive Joy!) Now leaning on your Breast, Urges to be supremely blest? For whom do you prepare (Neat Negligence of Dress!) The Tresses of your golden Hair? &c.
[29] Vivet extento Proculeius ævo, Notus in fratres animi paterni; Illum aget, penna metuente solvi, Fama superstes.
When Fame of Proculeius sings, She mounts on everlasting Wings; His free and gen'rous Actions prove A Father's in a Brother's Love. Oldsworth. [30] Brachia, & vultum, teretesque suras, Integer laudo; fuge suspicari, Cujus octavum trepidavit ætas Claudere lustrum.