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f which her Garlands shee composes-- Two flowry Chaplets, which with Gems set round Her owne and Nephew's temples crown'd. But here a veyle was drawne, I must not prie Nor search too farre with mortall eye, Nor would you more. It may suffice that shee Hath chang'd fraile flesh for blest Eternitie. _Ad Albertum Turscium._ De suis somniis & lyricis. _Ode 32. Lib. 4._ To _Albertus Turscius_. _Of his Dreames, and Lyricks._ _Ode 32. Lib. 4._ _Tursci_, seu brevior mihi Seu pernox oculos composuit sopor, Pennas Somnia laevibus Affigunt humeris; jamque virentia Latus prata superuolo, Qua se cumque novum molle tumentibus Campis explicuit nemus, Herbosaeque patet scena superbiae: Mox & nubibus altior, Mistus flumineis ales oloribus; Vivos despicio lacus, Et dulci volucrem carmine mentior. VVhether a shorter sleep, or whether A long one (_Turscius_) joyns mine eyes together In my soft dreames, me thinks, I see To my light shoulders wings set on, and I With joy transported, upward soare, The flowry Meddowes, and the pastures o're; Where the greene Grove its coole shade yeilds To th'stately grasse plotts, and ripe swelling fields: Straight, 'mid'st the river Swans, up hyer A winged fowle above the cloudes I'aspire; The lively Lakes below, I sleight, And with sweet straines a bird I counterfeit. Jam tunc nubila, jam mihi Blandis dissiliunt fulmina cantibus; Et quae plurima circuit Collum, punicea vincior Iride. Idem jam vigil, & meus, Non ingrata simul somnia dispuli, Cum ter mobilibus lyram Percussi digitis, immemor & ducis Nil sectator Horatii, Sublimis liquidum nitor in aera; Et nunc littera, nunc vagas Siccis trajiciens passibus insulas, Nil mortale mei gero, & Jam nil sollicito debeo ponderi. See, now me thinkes, the cloudes in throngs The lightning leaps too, at my ravishing songs; _Iris_ about my neck hangs round, And with her divers colour'd bow, I'me bound. Being now my selfe, and newly wak'd, My not unwelcome dreames, just now off shak'd; Thrice o're my Lute, I scarce had run With nible finger neat division; Remembring _Horace_, Thee, my guide, When my
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