Yet impious feats of fraudful men ne'er force the Gods' applause:When heed'st thou not deserting me (Sad me!) in sorest scathe,Ah say whate'er shall humans do? in whom shall man show faith?For sure thou bad'st me safely yield my spirit (wretch!) to thee,Lulling my love as though my life were all security.The same now dost withdraw thyself and every word and deedThou suffer'st winds and airy clouds to sweep from out thy head.But an forget thou, mindful be the Gods, and Faith in mindBears thee, and soon shall gar thee rue the deeds by thee design'd.
ON RETURN TO SIRMIO AND HIS VILLA
Sirmio! of Islands and PeninsulasEyelet, and whatsoe'er in limpid meresAnd vasty Ocean either Neptune owns,Thy scenes how willing-glad once more I see,At pain believing Thynia and the FieldsBithynian left, I'm safe to sight thy Site.Oh what more blessèd be than cares resolved,When mind casts burthen and by peregrineWork over wearied, lief we hie us homeTo lie reposing in the longed-for bed!This be the single meed for toils so triste.