That Faith alone, lording it high, Which Hope despairs of, and with cry Of anguish Love can never love, Is not the Faith sent from Above: The Faith that thus would be alone, What is't to us--desolate, lone? Faith then, that lovèd will not love Nor hope--may no such Faith me move! But ever in my bosom lie Faith, Hope, and Love in trinity: Yea, Love himself shall Faith's best lover prove, And Faith confirm his strongest faith in Love. G.
Quisquis es ille tener modo quem tua mater[93] Achilles In Stygis aethereae provida tinxit aquis, Sanus, sed non securus dimitteris illinc: In nova non tutus vulnera vivis adhuc. Mille patent aditus; et plus quam calce petendus 5 Ad nigri metues spicula mille dei. Quod si est vera salus, veterem meminisse salutem; Si nempe hoc vere est esse, fuisse pium; Illa tibi veteres navis quae vicerat Austros, Si manet in mediis usque superstes aquis; 10 Ac dum tu miseros in littore visis amicos, Et peccatorum triste sodalitium, Illa tibi interea tutis trahet otia velis, Expectans donec tu rediisse queas: Quin igitur da vina, puer; da vivere vitae; 15 Mitte suum senibus, mitte supercilium; Donemus timide, ô socii, sua frigora brumae: Aeternae teneant hic nova regna rosae. Ah, non tam tetricos sic eluctabimur Euros; Effractam non est sic revocare ratem. 20 Has undas aliis decet ergo extinguere in undis; Naufragium hoc alio immergere naufragio: Possit ut ille malis oculus modo naufragus undis, Jam lacrymis melius naufragus esse suis.
O young Achilles, whom a mother's care Hath dipp'd as in a sacred Stygian wave; Whole, but yet not secure, thou hence dost fare, For there are wounds from which it will not save. A thousand ways of entrance open lie For evil; not alone against thy heel The prince of darkness in his rage lets-fly The thousand arrows thou mayst dread to feel. But if remember'd health may still have given True health, and to have been is still to be, Thou seem'st as one whose bark, by storms unriven, Still rides, as yet unconquer'd, on the sea; And, while on shore thy friends thou visitest, And the sad company of them that sin, With furlèd sails upon the waves at rest, Thy bark floats idly till thou art within. But if for this thou criest overbold, 'Bring wine! enjoy the moment as it goes; Leave to old age its cares; dismiss the cold, While in new realms for ever reigns the rose!' Ah, know that not in revels such as these Learn we to struggle with the spiteful gale; Nor thus can hope to rescue from rough seas The broken cable and the driven sail. These waves must in another wave be wash'd, This shipwreck in another shipwreck drown'd; The eye in such ill storms so vilely dashed, A happier wreck in its own tears be found. CL.