"And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire,
_Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre_"--
remind us in some degree of Cowley:
"Sic cecinit sanctus _vates_, digitosque volantes
Innumeris per fila modis trepidantia movit,
_Intimaque elicuit Medici miracula plectri_."
_Davideidos_, lib. i. p. 13.
Again:
"Dear as the _light that visits these sad eyes_."
Gray, _The Bard_.
"Namque _oculis plus illa suis, plus lumine coeli
Dilexit_."
_Davideidos_, lib. i. p. 14.