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Be ev'ry Care and anxious Thought away;

Ye Tapers ftill be bright and clear.

Rival the Moon, and each pale Star,

Your Beams shall yield to none, but his who brings the

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HORAT. LIB. IV. ODE I.

Ad VENEREM.

Ntermiffa Venus diu,

Rurfus bella moves: parce, precor, precor.

Non fum, qualis eram bonæ

Sub regno Cynara: define dulcium

Mater fæva Cupidinum,

Circa luftra decem flectere mollibus

Jam durum imperiis: Abi

Quo blandæ juvenum te revocant preces. Tempeftivius in domo

Pauli, purpureis ales oloribus, Commeffabere Maximi,

Si torrere jecur quæris idoneum. Namque & nobilis, & decens,

Et pro follicitis non tacitus rcis,

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HORACE, Book IV. Ode I.

Nce more the Queen of Love invades my Breast, Late with long Eafe, and peaceful Pleasures bleft; Spare, fpare the Wretch, that still has been thy Slave, And let my former Service have

The Merit to protect me to the Grave.

Much am I chang'd from what I once have been,
When under CYNARA, good and fair,

With Joy I did thy Fetters wear,

Blefs'd in the gentle Sway of an indulgent Queen.
Stiff and unequal to the Labour now,

With Pain my Neck beneath thy Yoke I bow.
Why doft thou urge me ftill to bear? Oh! Why
Doft thou not much rather fly

To youthful Breafts, to Mirth and Gaiety?
Go, bid thy Swains their gloffy Wings expand,
And fwiftly thro' the yielding Air

To SYLVIA thee their Goddefs bear,

Worthy to be thy Slave, and fit for thy Command.
Noble, and graceful, witty, gay, and young,
Joy in his Heart, Love on his charming Tongue.
Skill'd in a Thousand soft prevailing Arts,
With wond'rous Force the Youth imparts
Thy Pow'r to unexperienc'd Virgins Hearts.
Far fhall he stretch the Bounds of thy Command;
And if thou shalt his Wishes blefs,

Beyond his Rivals with. Success,

In Gold and Marble frall thy Statues ftand..

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Et centum puer artium,

Latè figna feret militiæ tuæ. Et, quandoque potentior

Largis muneribus riferit æmuli, Albanos prope, te, lacus

Ponet marmorcam fub trabe Citrea, Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura, lyræque, & Berecynthia Delectabere tibiæ.

Miftis carminibus, non fine fiftula.

Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum. Me nec fœmina, nec puer

Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui,

Nec certare juvat mero,

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur heu, Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacryma per genas?

Cur facunda, parûm decoro

Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ? Nocturnis te ego fomnis

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Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.

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Beneath the facred Shade of Odel's Wood,....
Or on the Banks of Oufe's gentle Flood,
With od'rous Beams a Temple he shall raife,
For ever facred to thy Praise,

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Till the fair Stream, and Wood,and Love it felfdecays.There while rich Infenfe on thy Altar burns,

Thy Votaries, the Nymphs and Swains,

In melting foft harmonious Strains,

Mix'd with the fofter Flutes, fhall tell their Flames by Turns.

As Love and Beauty with the Light are born,

So with the Day thy Honours fhall return;
Some lovely Youth, pair'd with a blushing Maid,
A Troop of either Sex fhall lead,

And twice the Salian Measures round thy Altar tread.
Thus with an equal Empire o'er the Light,

The Queen of Love, and God of, Wit,
Together rife, together fit;

But, Goddefs, do thou stay, and blefs alone the Night,
There may'st thou reign, while I forget to love:
No more falfe Beauty fhall my Paffion move;
Nor fhall my fond believing Heart be led,
By mutual Vows and Oaths betray'd,..
To hope for Truth from the protesting Maid,
With Love the fprightly Joys of Wine are fled;
The Rofes too fhall wither now,

That us'd to fhade and crown my Brow,

And round my chearful Temples fragrant Odours fhed But tell me, CYNTHIA, fay, bewitching Fair,

What mean thefe Sighs? Why fteals this falling Tear?

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And when my ftrugling Thoughts for Paffage ftrove,7 Why did my Tongue refufe to move?

Tell me, can this be any Thing but Love?

Still with the Night my Dreams my Griefs renew,

Still he is prefent to my Eyes,

And ftill in vain I, as the flies,

O'er Woods and Plains;and Seas the fcornful Maid perfue

HORAT. LIB. I. EPIST. IV.

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Ad ALBIUM TIBULLUM.

Lbi, noftrorum Sermonum candide judex, Quid nunc te dicam facere in regione Pedana Scribere quod Cofsi Parmenfis opufcula vincat? An tacitum fylvas inter reptare falubres. Curantem quicquid dignum fapiente bonoque eft? Non tu corpus eras fine pectore. Di tibi formam, Dî tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi. Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam fapere, & fari ut poffit qua fentiat, & utque Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde.

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