Come, my Fair,[66:2] and come away! All our cares behind us lay, That these pleasures we may know, 15 Ere we come to those below. 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. III. _On Dion, engraved on his Tomb at Syracuse._ Old Hecuba, the Trojan matron's, years Were interwoven by the Fates with tears, But thee, with blooming hopes, my Dion! deck'd, Gods did a trophy of their power erect. Thy honour'd relics in thy country rest, 5 Ah, Dion! whose love rages in my breast. IV. _On Alexis._ 'Fair is Alexis,' I no sooner said, When every one his eyes that way convey'd. My soul, as when some dog a bone we show Who snatcheth it,--lost we not Phaedrus so? V. _On Archaeanassa._ To Archaeanassa, on whose furrow'd brow Love sits in triumph, I my service vow. If her declining graces shine so bright, What flames felt you who saw her noon of light? VI. _Love Sleeping._ Within the covert of a shady grove We saw the little red-cheek'd god of Love: He had nor bow nor quiver: these among The neighbouring trees upon a bow were hung. Upon a bank of tender rosebuds laid, 5 He smiling slept; bees with their noise invade His rest, and on his lips their honey made. VII. _On a Seal._ Five oxen, grazing in a flowery mead, A jasper seal, (done to the life,) doth hold; The little herd away long since had fled, Were't not enclos'd within a pale of gold. TEXTUAL NOTES 1:1. _To the Countess of S. with 'The Holy Court'_ (p. 6).