Nam te, quàm longo, te fum complexus amore! III. Tempus adeft, quo jam nullâ prohibente catenâ, Quo mihi rifura eft felix, ut præterit, hora; IV. Quin tu, magne parens lucis, devolvere curfus V. Quêis et ego penitùs liber longa otia ducam, Aut fectabor apros per nemus omne vagus ; H Nullus VI. No Christian tyrant there is known To mark his fteps with blood, Nor fable mis'ry's piercing moan Refounds through ev'ry wood! VII. Yet I have heard the melting tongue, Have seen the falling tear; Known the good heart by pity wrung, Ah! that fuch hearts are rare! VIII. Now, Chriftian, glut thy ravish'd eyes! I reach the joyful hour; Now bid the fcorching flames arise, And these poor limbs devour: IX. But, know, pale tyrant, 'tis not thine Eternal war to wage; The Nullus ubi furit invifus pallore tyrannus; Ut libet, aut noftro terra cruore madet : VI. Nullus ibi noftras, lentæ spectacula mortis, Hic tamen auditæ voces miferantis, et inter Voces nonnunquam lacryma vifa genis: VII. Heu! modò nonnunquam ; numero nam rarus in isto, Qui flet, et in miseros mitia corda gerit: Ergo age, fi poteris, fatia te fanguine nostro ; Dum cruciare tuum eft, dum mifer effe meum. VIII. Ergo age, jam circum flammas accende ferales, Corpus et hoc lacerum vis furibunda necet: Scilicet |