Her sons too weak to vanquish us alone, She hires the worst and basest of our own. Kneel, France! a suppliant conquers us with ease, We always spare a coward on his knees. MOTTO ON A CLOCK. WITH A TRANSLATION BY HAYLEY. QUE lenta accedit, quam velox præterit hora! Slow comes the hour; its passing speed how great! A SIMILE LATINIZED. Sors adversa gerit stimulum, sed tendit et alas : Pungit api similis, sed velut ista fugit. ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE. WRITTEN WHEN THE NEWS ARRIVED. TO THE MARCH IN SCIPIO. TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, Down went the Royal George, Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak; His sword was in its sheath; When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Sept. 1782. IN SUBMERSIONEM NAVIGII, CUI GEORGIUS REGALE NOMEN INDITUM. PLANGIMUS fortes. Periêre fortes, Navis, innitens lateri, jacebat, Malus ad summas trepidabat undas, Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam Nec sinunt ultrà tibi nos recentes Magne, qui nomen, licèt incanorum, Omne triumphos. Non hyems illos furibunda mersit, Navitæ sed tum nimium jocosi Vos, quibus cordi est grave opus piumque, Hi quidem (sic dîs placuit) fuêre: IN BREVITATEM VITÆ SPATII HOMINIBUS CONCESSI. BY DR. JORTIN. HEI mihi! lege ratâ sol occidit atque resurgit, Lunaque mutatæ reparat dispendia formæ, Astraque, purpurei telis extincta diei, Rursus nocte vigent. Humiles telluris alumni. Graminis herba virens, et florum picta propago, ON THE SHORTNESS OF HUMAN LIFE. TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING. SUNS that set, and moons that wane, Rise and are restored again; Stars, that orient day subdues, Night at her return renews. Herbs and flowers, the beauteous birth Of the genial womb of earth, Jan. 1784. |