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Each greedy wretch for tardy-rising wealth
Which comes too late, that courts the taste in vain,
Or nauseates with distempers. Yes, ye Rich!
„Still, still be rich, if thus ye fashion life';.

And piping, careless, filly shepherds we,
„We filly shepherds, all intent to feed
Our snowy flocks, and wind the sleeky Fleece."

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„Deem not, however, our occupation mean, Damon reply d, „ while the supreme accounts

Well of the faithful shepherd, rank'd alike
With king and priest: they also shepherds are;
For lo th' All-leeing styles them, to remind
„Elated man, forgettal of his charge."

„But haste, begin the rites: see purple Eve
„Stretches her shadows: all ye Nymphs and

Hither assemble! Pleas'd with honours due,
„Sabrina, guardian of the crystal food,
Shall bless our cares, when she by moonlight

„Skims o'er the 'dales, and eyes our sleeping

„Or in hoar caves around Plynlynmon's brow,
Where precious minerals dart their purple

„Among her fisters she reclines; the lov'd

Vaga, profufe of graces, Ryddol rough,
„Blithe Ystwith, and Clevedoc, *) swift of foot;
,,And mingles various feeds of flow'rs and herbs,
In the divided torrents, ere they burst
Thro' the dark clouds, and down the mountain

Nor taint-worm shall infect the yeaning herds,

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*) Vaga, Ryddol, Ywith, and Clevedoc, rivers, the

springs of which rise in the sides of Plynlyn

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He said: with light fantastic toe the nymphs
Thither assembled, thither every swains,
And o'er the dimpled stream a thousand flow'rs,
Pale lilies, roses, violets, and pinks,
Mix'd with the greens of burnet, mint, and thy.


And trefoil, sprinkled with their sportive arms.

Such custom holds along th' irriguous vales
From Wreakin's brow to rocky Dolvoryn *)
Sabrina's early haunt, ere yet she fled
The search of Guendolen, her stepdame proud,
With envious hate enrag'd. The jolly cheer,
Spread on a moffy bank, untouch'd abides
Till cease the rites; and now the mossy bank
Is gaily circled, and the jolly cheer
Dispers’d in copious measure: early fruits
And those of frugal store, in husk or rind;
Steep'd grain, and curdled milk with dulcet



Soft temper'd, in full merriment they quaff,
And calt about their gibes; and some apace
Whistle to roundelays: their little ones
Look on delighted; while the mountain - woods
And winding vallies with the various notes
Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid


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*). Dolvoryn, a ruinous castle in Montgomeryshire, on the

banks of the Severth,

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Dr. John Armstrong war ein einsichtvoller und geschickter Arzt, der zu Anfange dieses Jahrhunderts im Stirchspiel

ftleton geboren wurde, und im J. 1779 in London ftarb. Sein erstes Lehrgedicht, The Oeconomy of Love hatte zu viel freie Stellen, die er in einer umgeånderten Ausgabe vom J. 1768 grdßtentheils wegließ ; indeß fand er doch dieß Gedicht einer Aufnahme in die Sammlung seiner mitigen Schriften nicht würdig, die er im J. 1770 unter dem Titel, Miscellanies, in zwei Bånden herausgab. An der Spiße dieser Sammlung steht fein besseres, und von Seiten des Jubalts sowohl als der Ausführung überaus sch&gbares Lehrgedicht: The Art of preserving Health, in vier Hüchern, worin Vor: schriften der Lebensordnung in vierfacher Rücksicht, auf Luft, Nahrung, Bewegung und Gemüth&juftand, ertheilt werden. Zur Probe gebe ich hier nur eine kurze Stelle des leyten Buchs, weil das ganze Gedicht neulich im zweiten Bande von Hrn. Benzler's Poetical Library, einer sehr em: pfehlungswerthen Sammlung der besten englischen didaktis fchen und beschreibenden Gedichte abgedruckt ist. -- Vergl. Durd's Briefe, Ch. II, Br. 15.


B. IV. v. 220–303.

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How to live happiest; how avoid the pains,
The disappointments, and disgusts of those,
Who would in pleasure all their hours employ,
The precepts here of a divine old man
I could recite. Tho' old, he still retain'd
His manly sense, and energy of mind.
Virtuous and wise he was, but not fevere;
He still remember'd that he once was young;
His easy prelence check'd no decent joy.
Him even the diffolute admir'd; for he


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, Armstrong. A graceful loosenels, when he pleas'd, put on, laughing could instruct. Much had he

Much more had seen; he studied from the life
And in th' original perus'd mankind.
Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life,
He pitied man: and much he pitied those
Whom fallely - finiling fate has curs'd with

To dissipate their days in quest of joy.
Our aim is Happiness; 'tis your's, 'tis mine!
He said, 'tis the pursuit of all that live;
Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attain'd.
But they the widest wander from the mark,
Who thro' the flow'ry paths of faunt'ring joy
Seek 'this coy Goddess, that from stage to

Invites us still, but Shifts as we pursue.
For, not to name the pains that Pleasure brings.
To counterpoise itself, relentless Fate
Forbids that we thro'gay voluptuous wilds
Should ever roam: And were the Fates

Our narrow luxuries would soon be ftale.
Were thele exhaustless, Nature would grow

And cloy'd with plealure , squeamilhly com-

That all was vanity, and life a dream.
Let nature rest; be busy for yourself,
And for your friend; be buly even in vain,
Rather than teize her fated appetites
Who never fasts, no banquet e er enjoys;
Who never toils or watches, never sleeps.
Iet nature rest: And when the taste of joy
Grows keen, indulge; but fhun fatiety.
'Tis not for inortals always to be blest.
But him the least the dull or painful hours
Of life oppress, whom fober sense conducts,
And virtue thro' this labyrinth, we tread.


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