FAMOUS EPIGRAMS.

Waikato Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1580, 19 August 1882, Page 6

FAMOUS EPIGRAMS.

Why so coy, my lovely maid ? Why of age so much afraid ? Your cheeks, like roses to the sight. And ray hair, as lillies white ; In love's garland, we'll suppose Me the lily, you the rose. —Anacreon. Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid; Sweet ivy, wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clustering. vine, Thus will thy lasting loaves, the beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung, Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit, Among the Muses and the Graces writ. —Sinwiias: 0 my sweet mother, 'tis in vain— I cannot weave as once I wove — All wildered is my heart and brain, With thinking of the youth I love. <> —Sapj?ho. "

,0N ANTOJKIUS., Antonius is arrived at seventy-five, With all the ease and- comforb life can * give; < , > i> • < "<> Ie " - • Safe< from the voyage, of a length,,of < >■* years, -*-, :• ?'*.,>' *J ..1 Looks back with joy j norideath approachins>fearg. < J .• >■; - Not one olall hiadayai can irksome find/ fNofc: one;,but he „with pleasure .calls to, - -'. .mind. 3,4 t',< -s, * ■ t j i-^' *' 1 ] iThTjB,tV'g°?d m^n prolongs.* his t:mortal| v&'i&jt.i \it :>iJw+:'** ■ }Liyei' Jtsjio^^ ehjoy^ng^thus^ his I former]

>Said|a staryedf/miier ito a straggling \ ! mouse. | 1 •>* -^-l t « l Friend,".qUothihemdu4ie f "thou hast no,, cause to fear ; ' , I only lodge wifcbTthee ;JI; J I eat elsewhere." — Zttcilius. TO A LADY, OS SEEING HER BLUSH. Leila ! whene'er I gaze on thee, My altered cheek turns pale ; While upon thine, sweet maid I see A deepening blu^h prevail. Leila ! ehall I the cause impart, - Why Buch a change takes place ? The crimson stream deserts my, heart, To mantle in thy face. Come; Leila ! fill the goblet up ! Reach round the rosy - wine. • Think not that we will taketho cup From any hand but thine. A draught like this were vain to seek, No grape could such supply — Ie steels f he tint from Lelia's cheek, It brightens from her eye. — Caliph' Radhi Billnh. In this tiny wreath are wed Roses white and roses red. Take it, maiden fair, and seek In the white my love-pale cheek ; But in the red, a token see Of my fond heart fired by thee. • — Bonnefonius. God is best pleased when men forsake their sin ; The devil's boat pleased when they persist therein ; The world's best pleased when you do sell good wine ; And you're best pleased when I do pay for mine. — Ben Jonson. Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood, Who, as soon, fell fast asleep, As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings ; but not stir The earth that lightly covers her. — Eerrick.