E. Catalectis Vet[erum] Poet[arum].
A small well-gotten stock, and country seat
I have, yet my content makes both seem great.
My quiet soul to fears is not inur’d,
And from the sins of idleness secur’d.
Others may seek the camp, others the town,5
And fool themselves with pleasure or renown;
Let me, unminded in the common crowd,
Live, master of the time that I’m allow’d!
Seven Epigrams.[67:1]
[Plato.]
I. Upon One named Aster.
The stars, my Star! thou view’st: heaven I would be,
That I with thousand eyes might gaze on thee.
II. Upon Aster’s Death.
A Phosphor ’mongst the living late wert thou,
But shin’st, among the dead, a Hesper now.