Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa br Rendred almost word for word without Rhyme according to the br Latin Measure, as near as the Language permit. br br WHAT slender Youth bedew'd with liquid odours br Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave, br Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou br In wreaths thy golden Hair, br Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he br On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas br Rough with black winds and storms br Unwonted shall admire: br Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold, br Who alwayes vacant, alwayes amiable br Hopes thee; of flattering gales br Unmindfull. Hapless they br To whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me in my vow'd br Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung br My dank and dropping weeds br To the stern God of Sea. br br [The Latin text follows.