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 I 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, Et Ο 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, With Joy I did thy Fetters wear, Blefs'd in the gentle Sway of an indulgent Queen. With Pain my Neck beneath thy Yoke I bow. To youthful Breafts, to Mirth and Gaiety? To SYLVIA thee their Goddefs bear, Worthy to be thy Slave, and fit for thy Command. Beyond his Rivals with. Success, In Gold and Marble frall thy Statues ftand.. } 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 .5. Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor Te per gramina Martii Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles. : Beneath the facred Shade of Odel's Wood,.... 2 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; And twice the Salian Measures round thy Altar tread. The Queen of Love, and God of, Wit, But, Goddefs, do thou stay, and blefs alone the Night, 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? 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. A 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. |