ΕΙΣ ΕΡΩΤΑ ΣΦΑΛΕΝΤΑ. Εσημβριναις ποθ ̓ ὡραις, Φλεγοντος ήλιοιο, Εκδυσε Κυπρις ἐιμα, Και λεετ ̓ ἐν ῥοαισι. Ἐν τῳδ' Ερως προσης, Ωπλισμένοςτε τοξον. Τιταινε τοξον αυτω, Βελεμνον ήρσεν όξυ Νευροισι, μεσσον ήπαρ Ετυπε και Κυθήρην. Β 2 σ 'Ωμοις III. 'I faint; I die :' the goddess cried: "O cruel! couldft thou find none other To wreck thy spleen on? Parricide ! 'Like Nero, thou haft flain thy mother." IV. Poor Cupid, fobbing, scarce could speak; Indeed, Mamma, I did not know ye: Alas! how eafy my mistake! 'I took you, for your likeness, Chloe.' CUPID's • Ώμοι, θεά σενάζει, 6 Ωλωλα, καποθνησκω • Ωλωλα, σε φονησ Τεύχεις βέλεμνα μητρι ; Όμοιον ἐι Νέρωνι 6 Μητροκτονῳ, κακις • Παντων κακωντε παιδων. CUPID's PASTIME, FROM BISHOP PERCY's RELIQUES OF ANTIENT POETRY. I. T chanc'd, of late, a fhepherd fwain, IT That went to seek his straying sheep, Within a thicket, on a plain, Espied a dainty nymph asleep. II. Her golden hair o'erfpread her face; Her careless arms abroad were caft; Her quiver had her pillow's place; Her breaft lay bare to every blaft. III. The fhepherd ftood, and gaz'd his fill; Nought durft he do; nought durft he say; |