No. 55. TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1750.
_Maturo propior desine funeri_
_Inter ludere virgines,_
_Et stellis nebulam spargere candidis._
_Non siquid Pholoen satis,_
_Et te, Chlori, decet._
HOR. Lib. iii. Ode xv. 4.
Now near to death that comes but slow,
Now thou art stepping down below;
Sport not amongst the blooming maids,
But think on ghosts and empty shades:
What suits with Pholoe in her bloom,
Grey Chloris, will not thee become;
A bed is different from a tomb.
CREECH.