(Paulus Silentiarius.)

I THAT in youth had never been The servant of the Paphian Queen, I that in youth had never felt The shafts of Eros pierce and melt, Cypris! in later age, half grey, I bow the neck to thee to-day. Pallas, that was my lady, thou Dost more triumphant vanquish now, Than when thou gained’st, over seas, The apple of the Hesperides.

THE LIMIT OF LIFE.

THIRTY-SIX is the term that the prophets assign, And the students of stars to the years that are mine; Nay, let thirty suffice, for the man who hath passed Thirty years is a Nestor, and he died at last!

TO DANIEL ELZEVIR.