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 Natalis te horæ non fallunt signa, sed usque Conscius, expedias puero seu lætus Apollo Nascenti arrisit; sive illum frigidus horror Saturni premit, aut septem inflavere triones. Quin tu altè penitusque latentia semina cernis, Quæque diu obtundendo olim sub luminis auras Erumpent, promis; quo ritu sæpè puella Sub cinere hesterno sopitos suscitat ignes. Te dominum agnoscit quocunque sub aëre natus: Quos indulgentis nimium custodia matris Pessundat: nam sæpè vides in stipite matrem. Aureus at ramus, venerandæ dona Sibyllæ, Æneæ sedes tantùm patefecit Avernas; Sæpè puer, tua quem tetigit semel aurea virga, Et cœlum, terrasque videt, noctemque profundam.

IRTUE conceal'd within our breast Is inactivity at best: But never shall the Muse endure To let your virtues lie obscure; Or suffer Envy to conceal Your labours for the publick weal. Within your breast all wisdom lies, Either to govern or advise; Your steady soul preserves her frame, In good and evil times the same. Rh