Diseases with her ftrong convulfions reign, Hence flow our forrows, hence increase our fears, To weep and mourn let us together stay : That now the fhepherd of the flock is dead. Begin, Damela, let thy numbers fly He, who to leave his flock did dying weep, Is gone, ah gone! ne'er to return from Death's eternal fleep. CON To Mr. Creech, upon his Translation of Lucretius 63 Epilogue, fpoken upon his Royal Highness the Duke of York coming to the Theatre, Friday, April 21, 1682. 66 |