En age, fit mecum fedes tibi dulcis in horto,

Si mentem tangat Simplicitatis amor.

III.

Hic me jampridem pofuit defuncta Puella,
Cui fuper inftratam flos variavit humum:
Germanæ memor illa fuæ, me funebre vimen
Servandum curâ rettulit ex feretro;

Et tardè redeuns flevit miferabile fatum,

Et lacrymæ, lacrymæ Simplicitatis erant :

IV.

Et juxtà tugurî parvâ me deinde feneftrâ

Sedula virgultum luxuriare dedit :

Hæc (quàm chara fibi !) coluit monimenta doloris,

Heu! coluit fido corde, doloris amans.

Nam fincera Fides, Amor et victurus in ævum

Perpetui comites Simplicitatis erunt.

V.

When paft was many a painful day,

Slow pacing o'er the village-green,

In white were all its maidens seen, And bore my guardian-friend away. And wet was ev'ry eye to see

The grave of sweet Simplicity.

VI.

One gen'rous fwain her heart approv❜d,

A youth, whofe fond and faithful breast
With many an artless figh confeft,

In nature's language, that he lov'd.—

But, ftranger, 'tis no tale for thee,

Unless thou lov'ft Simplicity.

VII.

He died-and foon her lip was cold,

And foon her rofy cheek was pale,

The

V.

Tranfierat jam multa dies, quum pompa fororum
Longo per campos ordine ducta fuit,

Et tardæ, niveis indutæ veftibus, ibant,
Terrâ et præfidium depofuêre meum:

Et nemo comitum confpexit lumine ficco
Funus, nam funus Simplicitatis erat.

VI.

Paftorem fempèr virgo dilexerat unum,

Cujus erat conftans et diuturna fides;

Multaque fufpirans Juvenis narravit amorem ;

Talia nam profert pectore fidus amor.

Sed tibi quid dico? non ad te pertinet, hofpes :
Nî tibi fit cordi Simplicitatis amor.

VII.

Ille obiit; vultus hujus quoque vita reliquit,

Oraque frigebant, palluerantque genæ.

Ruricolæ

The village wept to hear the tale,

When for both the flow bell toll'd:

Beneath yon flow'ry turf they lie,

The lovers of Simplicity.

VIII.

Yet one boon have I to crave ;

Stranger, if thy pity bleed,

Wilt thou do one tender deed,

And ftrew my pale flow'rs o'er their grave?

So lightly lie the turf on thee,

Because thou lov❜ft Simplicity!

Ruricolæ auditum lugebant, nuncia mortis

Cum campana gravem fudit utrique fonum.

Aggere fub viridi, quo cernis, uterque quiescit, Queîs inerat purus Simplicitatis amor.

VIII.

O te, quifquis ades, munus non grande repofco;
Num tibi quid pectus triftia verba movent ?
Pignora certa dabis, fi tantum perficis, hofpes,
Si candente meo flore fepulcra tegis;
Sic levitèr cefpes viridis tua contegat offa,

Cui tam purus ineft Simplicitatis amor.