Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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How happy liv'd Mankind in Saturn's Days!
E'er tiresom Journeys mark'd out tedious Ways:
No Ship then ventur'd on the azure Main,
Or spread its Sails the speeding Winds to gain:
To Coasts unknown then none a Voyage made,
Or stor'd their Vessels with a foreign Trade.
No sturdy Bull as yet had wore the Yoke,
No Horse with Bit and Bridle yet was broke.
No Doors their Houses had: and in their Grounds
No Stone was fix'd, to mark each Tenant's Bounds.
Oaks Honey gave, and of their own Accord
The Ewes with swelling Dugs their Milk afford.
Armies, nor Rage, nor Wars, as yet were found,
Nor yet the cruel Smith had Weapons forg'd to wound.—
E'er tiresom Journeys mark'd out tedious Ways:
No Ship then ventur'd on the azure Main,
Or spread its Sails the speeding Winds to gain:
To Coasts unknown then none a Voyage made,
Or stor'd their Vessels with a foreign Trade.
No sturdy Bull as yet had wore the Yoke,
No Horse with Bit and Bridle yet was broke.
No Doors their Houses had: and in their Grounds
No Stone was fix'd, to mark each Tenant's Bounds.
Oaks Honey gave, and of their own Accord
The Ewes with swelling Dugs their Milk afford.
Armies, nor Rage, nor Wars, as yet were found,
Nor yet the cruel Smith had Weapons forg'd to wound.—
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