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HORAT. LIB. IIÍ. ODE IX.
Ad L Y DI A M.
HO. Onec gratus eram tibi,
Nec quisquam, potior brachia candida Cervici juvenis dabat,
Perfarum vigui Rege beatióra
Lt. Donec non aliam magis
Arfifti, neque erat Lydia poft Chloén,
The RECONCILEMENT between Jacob Tonson and Mr. Congreve. In Imitation of HORACE. Book III. Ode IX.
HILE at my House in Fleet-street once
you lay, How merrily, dear Sir, Time pass’d away? While I partook your Wine, yoür Wit, and Mirth, I was the happiest Creature on God's Teartb.
Congreve.] While in your early Days of Reputation; You for blue Garters had not such a Paffion; While yet you did not use (as now your Trade is) To drink with noble Lords, and toast their Ladies ; Thou, JACOB TONSON, wer't, to my conceiving, The chear fullest, best, honeft Fellow living.
Tonson (Ser), bis Diale&.
HO. Me nunc Creffa Chloë regit,
Dulces docta modos, & citharæ fciens: Pro qua non metuam mori,
Si partent animæ fata fuperftiti.
Ly. Me torrer face mutud
Thurini Calais filïus Ornithi:
HO. Quid, fi prisca redit Venus?
Diductosque jugo aheneo ? Si flava excutitur Chloë,
Rejectæque patet janua Lydix ?
17. Quanquam fidere pulchrior
Ille eft, tu levior cortice, & improbo
Tonson. ] I'm in with Captain VANDRUGH at the
present, A most sweet-natur’d Gentleman, and pleasant ; He writes your Comedies, draws Schemes, and Models, And builds Dukes Houses upon very odd Hills: For him, so much I doat on him, that I, If I was sure to go to Heaven, would die.
me, dear Mr. CONGREVE, would you come?
1:1 And had more Humours than a a Dancing-Bear; Yet for your Sake I'd bid 'em both adieuy?! 196,45 And live and die, dear Coß, with only you.
HORA T. L I B. III. O DE XXI.
Ad A M P HOR A M.
Nata mecum Consule Manlio,
Seu tu querelas, five geris joces, Seu rixam, & infanos amores,
Seu facilem, pia tecta, fomnum:
Promere languidiora vina.
Sæpè mero caluiffe virtus.
Confilium retegis Lyxb