m
Luna ferit radiis fenestram.

Nothing _Munatius_, nothing I sing't againe,
That's mortall, nothing from th'uncured paine
Of tediousnesse is free. The Sun
Which bright to our forefathers shone
To us, but little healthfull, doth appeare,
And though not guilty of one spott, not cleare:
Whatsoe're immortall thing we see
In high _Olympus_, silly wee
Doe over-cast with Envy's shade; here one
From his owne native Hills the rising Sun.
Disclaimes; or th'ancient Moone, that strikes
Her beames through's fathers glasse, dislikes.

Caelo quotannis, & patriis leves
Migramus arvis; hunc tepidae vocant
Brumae Batavorum, huic aprici
Ausoniae placuere soles.
Frustra; fideles si dominum retro
Morbi sequuntur, nec tacitus Dolor
Absistit, aut Veiente curru,
Aut Veneta comes ire cymba.

Each yeare we change our ayre, and soyle, so light;
Him, _Hollands_ warmer Climate doth invite:
Another differs, and doth cry
_Ausonia_'s clearer Suns please mee.
In vaine all this, if faithfull sicknesses
Wait close behind; if secret griefes ne're cease,
All's one, whether in Chariot
Thou goest, or in Venetian boat.

Tandemque nobis exulibus placent
Relicta; certam cui posuit domum
Virtus, huic nunquam paternae
Fumus erit lacrymosus aulae.
Virtus agresti dives in otio
Sese ipsa claudit finibus in suis
Plerumque, & insonti quietum
In palea solium reclinat.

Poore exiles! then, things left doe please us most,
Who a sure building can from vertue boast,
To him the smoke of's father's Hall
Doth never hurt his eyes at all.
Vertue oft-times, rich in a rustick ease
Confines her selfe to her owne private blisse;
And in the guiltlesse straw, her throne
With great delight can leane upon.

Ad Iesum Opt. Max.

Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio.

_Indica mihi quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas,
ubi cubes in meridie._

Ode 19. Lib. 4.

Dicebas abiens: Sponsa vale; simul
Vicisti liquidis nubila passibus.
Longam ducis, Jesu,
In desideriis moram.
Ardet iam medio summa dies polo,
Jam parcit segeti messor, & algidas
Pastor cum grege valleis,
Et picta volucres petunt.
At te quae tacitis destinet otiis
O Jesu regio?