Selected parts of Horace, prince of lyricks; and of all the Latin poets the fullest fraught with excellent morality. Concluding with a piece out of Ausonius. and another out of Virgil. Now newly put into English.

Selected parts of Horace, prince of lyricks; and of all the Latin poets the fullest fraught with excellent morality. Concluding with a piece out of Ausonius. and another out of Virgil. Now newly put into English.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER I. CARMINVM:

ODE I.

ODE II. Ad AUGUSTUM CAESARE•.

ODE IV. Ad L. SEXTIUM Consularem.

ODE V. Ad PYRRHAM.

ODE VIII. Ad LYDIAM.

ODE IX. Ad THALIARCHUM.

ODE XIII. Ad LYDIAM.

ODE III. In VIRGILIUM Athenas proficiscentem.

ODE XVIII. Ad QUINTILIUM VARUM.

ODE XXVII Ad SODALES.

ODE XXXI.

ODE XXIV. Ad VIRGILIUM

ODE XXXIV.

Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER II. CARMINVM:

ODE I. Ad C. ASINIUM POLLIONEM.

ODE II. Ad C. SALLUSTIUM CRISPUM.

ODE III. Ad DELLIUM.

ODE IV. Ad XANTHIAM PHOCEUM.

ODE VIII. In BARINEM.

ODE X. Ad LICINIUM.

ODE XIII. In Arborem, cujus casu in agro Sabino paene oppressus est.

ODE XIV. Ad POSTHUMUM.

ODE XV. Ad SUI SAECULI LUXURIAM.

ODE XVI. Ad GROSPHUM.

ODE XVII. Ad MAECENATEM AEGROTUM.

Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER III. CARMINVM:

ODE I.

ODE III.

ODE IV. Ad CALLIOPEN.

ODE V. AUGUSTI LAUDES.

ODE VII. Ad ASTERIEN.

ODE IX. Ad LYDIAM.

ODE XI. Ad MERCURIUM.

ODE XVI. Ad C. MAECENATEM.

ODE XXIV. In DIVITES AVAROS.

ODE XXVII. Ad GALATEAM NAVIGATURAM.

ODE XXIX. Ad MAECENATEM.

ODE XXX. Ad MELPOMENEN MUSAM.

Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER IV. CARMINVM:

ODE II. Ad ANTONIUM IULUM.

ODE III. Ad MELPOMENEN.

ODE IV.

ODE V. Ad AUGUSTUM.

ODE VII. Ad L. MANLIUM TORQUATUM.

ODE VIII. Ad MARTIUM CENSORINUM.

ODE. IX. Ad LOLLIUM.

Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER EPODON.

ODE I. Ad MAECENATEM.

ODE II.

ODE VII.

ODE XIV. Ad MAECENATEM.

ODE XVI.

CARMINUM LIB. I.

ODE XXXVII. Ad SODALES.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS FIRST BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE I.

ODE II. To AUGUSTUS CAESAR.

ODE IV. To L. SEXTIUS a Consular Man.

ODE V. To PYRRHA.

ODE VIII. To LYDIA.

ODE IX. To THALIARCHUS.

ODE. X. To LYDIA.

ODE III.

ODE XVIII. To QUINTILIUS VARUS.

ODE XXVII. To his COMPANIONS.

ODE XXXI. To APOLLO.

ODE XXIV. To VIRGIL,

ODE XXXIV. To HIMSELF.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS SECOND BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE I. To C. ASINIUS POLLIO.

ODE II. To C. SALUSTIUS CRISPUS.

ODE III. To DELLIUS.

ODE IV. To XANTHIA PHOCEUS.

ODE VIII. To BARINE.

ODE. X. To LICINIUS.

ODE XIII. To a Tree by whose Fall in his Sabine Villa, he was like to have been slain.

ODE XIV. To POSTHUMUS.

ODE XV.

ODE XVI. To GROSPHUS.

ODE XVII. To MAECENAS Sick.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS THIRD BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE I.

ODE III.

ODE IV.

ODE V.

To A•TERIE. ODE VII.

ODE. IX.

ODE XI. To MERCURY.

ODE XVI. To MAECENAS.

ODE XXIV.

ODE XXVII. To GALATEA going to Sea.

ODE XXIX. To MAECENAS.

ODE XXX.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS FOƲRTH BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE II. To Antonius Julus, the Son of Mark Anthony the Triumvir.

ODE III. To MELPOMENE.

ODE IV.

ODE V. To AUGUSTUS.

ODE VII. To L. MANLIUS TORQUATUS.

ODE VIII. To MARTIUS CENSORINUS.

ODE IX. To LOLLIO.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS BOOK OF EPODES.

ODE I. To MAECENAS.

ODE II.

ODE VII. To the People of ROME.

ODE XIV. To MAECENAS.

ODE XVI. To the People of ROME.

HORACE his First Book of Songs.

ODE XXXVII. To His COMPANIONS.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER Primus SERMONVM.

SATYRA VI. Ad MAECENATEM.

Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER II. SERMONVM.

SATYRA I.

SATYRA VI.

Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER III. SERMONVM.

EPIST. I. Ad MAECENATEM.

EPIST. V. AD TORQUATUM.

EPIST. X. Ad FUSCUM ARISTIUM.

EPIST. II. Ad LOLLIUM.

EDYL. XIV. Ausonii ROSAE.

Taurus Virgilianus. GEOR. Lib. 3.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS FIRST BOOK OF DISCOURSES:

SATYR VI. To MAECENAS.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS SECOND BOOK OF DISCOURSES.

SATYR I.

SATYR VI.

Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS THIRD BOOK OF DISCOURSES.

EPIST. I. To Moecenas.

EPIST. V. TO TORQUATUS.

EPIST. X. To FVSCVS ARISTIVS.

EPIST. II. To LOLLIO.

AUSONIUS His ROSES. EDYL. 14.

VIRGILS BƲLL. Out of his Third Book of Georgicks.

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Selected PARTS OF HORACE, Prince of LYRICKS; AND Of all the Latin Poets the fullest fraught with Excellent MORALITY. Concluding With a Piece out of AUSONIUS, and another out of VIRGIL.

Now newly put into English.

Dux VITAE Ratio.

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London, Printed for M. M. Gabriel Bedell, and T. Collins, and are to be sold at their shop at the middle-Temple-Gate, 1652.

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HORACE HIS FIRST BOOK OF SONGS.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER I. CARMINVM:

ODE I.

Alios aliis rebus duci▪ se Lyricorum versuum studio teneri.

MAECENAS atavis edite Regibus,

O & praesidium, & dulce decus meum;

Sunt quos curriculo pulverē Olympicum

Collegisse juvat: metáque fervidis

Evitata rotis, Palmáque nobilis,

Terrarum dominos evehit ad Deos.

Hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium

Certat tergeminis tollere honoribus:

Illum, si proprio condidit horreo

Quidquid de Libycis verritur areis,

Gaudentem patrios findere sarculo

Agros: Attalicis conditionibus

Nunquam dimoveas, ut trabe Cypriâ

Myrtoum pavidus nauta secet mare.

Luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum

Mercator metuens, otium, & oppidi

Laudat rura sui: mox reficit rateis

Quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati.

Est qui nec veteris pocula Massici,

Nec partem solido demere de die

[Page]Spernit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto

Stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae.

Multos castra juvant, & lituo tubae

Permistus sonitus, belláque matribus

Detestata; manet sub Jove frigido

Venator, tenerae conjugis immemor:

Seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus,

Seu rupit tereteis Marsus aper plagas.

Me Doctarum hederae praemia frontium

Dîs miscent superis: me gelidum nemus,

Nympharúmque leves cum Satyris ch [...]ri

Secernunt populo: si neque tibias

Euterpe cohibet, nec Polyhymnia

Lesboum refugit tendere barbiton;

Quod si me Lyricis vatibus inseres,

Sublimi feriam sidera vertice.

ODE II. Ad AUGUSTUM CAESARE [...].

Deos omnes iratos esse Romanis, ob Caesaris caede [...] ▪ unam imperii spem in Augusto constitutam.

I Am satis terris nivis, at que dirae

Grandinis misit pater: & rubente

Dexterâ sacras jaculatus arceis

Terruit Ʋrbem.

Terruit genteis, grave ne rediret

Seculum Pyrrhae nova monstra questae,

Omne cùm Proteus pecus egit altos

Visere monteis;

P [...]scium & summâ genus haesit ulmo,

Nota quae sedes fuerat columbis,

[Page]Et superjecto pavidae natarunt

Aequore damae.

Vidimus flavum Tiberim retortis

Littore Etrusco violenter undis,

Ire dejectum monumenta regis,

Templáque Vestae:

Iliae dum se nimium querenti

Iactat ultorem, vagus & sinistrâ

Labitur ripâ, (Iove non probante,)

Ʋxorius amnis.

Audiet, civeis acuisse ferrum

Quo graves Persae meliùs perirent:

Audiet pugnas, vitio parentum

Rara juventus.

Quem vocet divûm populus, ruentis

Imperî rebus? prece qua fatigent

Virgines sanctae minùs audientem

Carmina Vestam?

Cui dabit parteis scelus expiandi

Iupiter? tandem venias precamur,

Nube candenteis humeros amictus

Augur Apollo:

Sive tu mavis Erycina ridens,

Quam Iocus circumvolat, & Cupido:

Sive neglectum genus, & nepotes

Respicis auctor.

Heu nimis longo satiate ludo:

Quem juvat clamor, galeaeque leves,

Acer & Mauri peditis cruentum

Vultus in hostem.

Sive mutatâ juvenem figurâ,

Ales in terris imitaris, almae

Filius Majae, patiens vocari

Caesaris ult [...]r:

Serus in coelum redeas, diúque

Laetus intersis populo Quirim:

[Page]Neve te nostris vitiis iniquum

Ocyor aura

Tollat; hic magnos potius triumphos,

Hic ames dici pater, atque princeps:

Neu sinas Medos equitare inultos

Te duce Caesar.

ODE IV. Ad L. SEXTIUM Consularem.

Adventu veris, & communi moriendi conditione propositâ hortatur ad voluptates.

SOlvitur acris hyems gratâ vice veris, & Favoni:

Trahúntque siccas machinae carinas:

Ac néque jam stabulis gaudet pecus, aut arator igni:

Nec prata canis albicant pruinis.

Iam Cytherea choros ducit Venus, imminente Luna:

Iunctaeque Nymphis Gratiae decentes

Alterno terram quatiunt pede, dum graveis Cyclopum

Vulcanus ardens urit officinas.

Nunc decet aut viridi nitidū caput impedire myrto,

Aut flore, terrae quem ferunt solutae.

Nunc & in umbrosis, Fauno decet immolare lucis,

Seu poscat agnam, sive malit haedum.

Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas,

Regúmque turreis, ô beate Sexti.

Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare longam;

Iam te premet nox, fabulaeque manes,

Et domus exilis Plutonis; quo simul mearis,

Non regna vini sortiere talis,

Nec tenerum Lycidam mirabere, quo calet juventus

Nunc omnis, & mox virgines tepebunt.

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ODE V. Ad PYRRHAM.

Miseros esse qui illius amore teneantur; se ex co, tanquam è naufragio, enatasse.

QƲis multa gracilis te puer in rosa

Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus,

Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?

Cui flavam religas comam

Simplex munditiis? heu, quoties fidem,

Mutatósque deos flebit, & aspera

Nigris aequora ventis

Emirabitur insolens,

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aureâ:

Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem

Sperat, nescius aurae

Fallacis! miseri, quibus

Intentata nites. Me tabula sacer

Votiva paries indicat, uvida

Suspendisse potenti

Vestimenta maris deo.

ODE VIII. Ad LYDIAM.

Obseurè juvenem quendam, quem Sybarin vocat, ut amore perditum, & voluptatibus collique factum, notat.

LYDIA dic, per omneis

Te deos oro: Sybarin cur properes amando

[Page]Perdere; cur apricum

Oderit campum patiens pulveris, atque solu?

Cur néque militaris

Inter aequaleis equitet; Gallica nec lupatis

Temperet ora fraenis?

Cur timet flavum Tiberim tangere? cur olivā

Sanguine viperino

Cautiùs vitat? néque jam livida gestat armis

Brachia, saepe disco,

Saepe trans finem jaculo nobilis expedito?

Quid latet, ut marinae

Filium dicunt Thetidis sub lacrymosa Trojae

Funera, ne virilis

Cultus in caedem & Lycias proriperet catervas?

ODE IX. Ad THALIARCHUM.

Hyeme indulgendum voluptati.

VIdes, ut altâ stet nive candidum

Soracte: nec jam sustineant onus

Silvae laborantes: gelúque

Flumina constiterint ácuto.

Dissolve frigus, ligna super foco

Large reponens: atque benignius

Deprome quadrimum Sabina

O Thaliarche merum diota.

Permitte divis coetera: qui simul

Stravere ventos aequore fervido

Depraelianteis, nec cupressi

Nec veteres agitantur orni.

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: &

Quem sors dierum cúmque dabit, lucro

[Page]Appone: nec dulceis amores

Sperne puer, neque tu choreas.

Donec virenti canities abest

Morosa, nunc & campus, & areae

Lenésque sub noctem susurri

Compositâ repetantur horâ:

Nunc & latentis proditor intimo

Gratus puellae risus ab angulo:

Pignúsque direptum lacertis,

Aut digito male pertinaci.

ODE XIII. Ad LYDIAM.

Dolet sibr Telephum anteponi.

CƲm tu Lydia, Telephi

Cervicem roseam, & cerea Telephi

Laudas brachia; vae meum

Fervens difficili bile tumet jecur▪

Tunc nec mens mihi, nec color

Certâ sede manent; humor & in genas

Furtim labitur, arguens

Quàm lentis penitus macerer ignibus.

Ʋror, seu tibi candidos

Turpârunt humeros immodicae mer [...]

Rixae: sive puer furens

Impressit memorem dente labris notam.

Non, si me satis audias,

Speres perpetuum, dulcia barbare

Laedentem oscula, quae Venus

Quintâ parte sui nectaris imbuit.

Felices ter, & amplius,

Quos irrupta tenet copula, nec malis

[Page]Divulsus querimonii [...]

Supremâ citius solvet amor die.

ODE III. In VIRGILIUM Athenas proficiscentem.

Secundam ei navigationem precatur: deinde occasionem nactus; hominam audacium detestatur.

SIc te diva potens Cypri,

Sic fratres Helenae, lucida sidera,

Ventorúmque regat pater,

Obstrictis aliis, praeter Iapyga:

Navis, quae tibi creditum

Debes Virgilium, finibus Atticis

Reddas incolumem precor:

Et serves animae dimidium meae.

Illi robur, & aes triplex

Circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci

Commisit pelago ratem

Primus, nec timuit praecipitem Africum

Decertantem Aquilonibus,

Nec tristeis Hyadas, nec rabiem Noti:

Quo non arbiter Adriae

Major, tollere seu ponere vult freta.

Quem mortis timuit gradum,

Qui siccis oculis monstra natantia,

Qui vidit mare turgidum, &

Infameis scopulos Acroceraunia?

Nequicquam Deus abscidit

Prudens Oceano dissociabili

Terras, si tamen impiae

Non tangenda rates transtliunt vada.

Audax omnia perpeti

Gens humana, ruit per vetitum nefas.

[Page]Audax Iapeti genus

Ignem fraude mala gentibus intulit.

Post ignem aetherea domo

Subductum, macies, & nova febrium

Terris incubuit cohors:

Semotique prius tarda necessitas

Lethi, corripuit gradum.

Expertus vacuum Daedalus a [...]ra

Pennis non homini datis;

Perrupit Acheronta Herculeus labor.

Nil mortalibus arduum est.

Coelum ipsum petimus stultitia: neque

Per nostrum patimur scelus

Iracunda Iovem porere fulmina.

ODE XVIII. Ad QUINTILIUM VARUM.

Vini potu moderato hilarari animum▪ immoderato [...]ixas excitari.

NƲllum, Vare, sacra vite prius severis arborem

Circa mite solum Tiburis, & moenia Catili.

Siccis omnia nam dura Deus proposuit: neque

Mordaces aliter diffugiunt sollicitudines.

Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crep [...]?

Quis non te potius Bacche pater, teque decens Ve [...]us?

At ne quis modici transiliat munera Liberi,

Centaurea monet cum Lapithis rixa super mer.

Debellata: monet Sithoniis no [...] levis Evius:

Cum fas atque nefas exiguo fine libidinum

[Page]Discernunt avidi. Non ego te candide Bassareu

Invitum quatiam: nec variis obsita frondibus

Sub dium rapiam; saeva tene cum Berecynthio

Cornu tympana: quae subsequitur caecus amor sui,

Et toll [...]ns vacuum plus nimio gloria verticem,

Arcanique fides prodiga, perlucidior vitro.

ODE XXVII Ad SODALES.

Ad Sodales inter pocula rixantes, & poculis ipsis pugnantes, invitatus ut bibat, id se ea lege facturum, si frater Megillae nomen amicae suae proferat, vel sibi in aurem dicat.

NAtis in usum laetitiae scyphis

Pugnare, Thracum est. tollite barbarum

Morem: verecundumque Bacchum

Sanguineis prohibite rixis.

Vino & lucernis Medus acinaces

Immane quantum discrepat. impium

Lenite clamorem sodales,

Et cubito remanete presso.

Vultis severi me quoque sumere

Partem Falerni? dicat Opuntiae

Frater Megillae, quo beatus

Vulnere, qua pereat sagitta.

Cessat voluntas? non alia bibam

Mercede. quae te cumque domat Venus,

Non erubescendis adurit

Ignibus, ingenuóque semper

Amore peccas. quicquid habes, age,

Depone tutis auribus. ah miser,

Quanta laboras in Charibdi!

Digne puer meliore flamma.

[Page]Quae saga, quis te solvere Thessalis

Magus venenis, quis proterit Deus?

Vix illigatum te triformi

Pegasus expediet Chimaera.

ODE XXXI.

Se non opulentiam, sed tranquillam hilaren [...]que vitam ab Apolline poscere.

QƲid dedicatum poscit Apollinem

Vates? quid orat, de patera novum

Fundens liquorem? non opimas

Sardiniae segetes feracis,

Non aestuosae grata Calabriae

Armenta: non aurum, aut ebur Indicum,

Non rura, quae Liris quieta

Mordet aqua, taciturnus amnis.

Premant Calena falce, quibus dedit

Fortuna vitem: dives & aureis

Mercator exsiccet culullis

Vina Syra reparata merce,

Diis carus ipsis: quippe ter & quater

Anno revisens aequor Atlanticum

Impune. Me pascunt olivae,

Me chicorea, levesque malvae.

Frui paratis & valido mihi

Latoe dones, & (precor) integra

Cum mente: nec turpem senectam

Degere, nec cithara carentem.

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ODE XXIV. Ad VIRGILIUM

Deflet Quintilii Vari mortem.

QƲis desidero sit pudor, aut modus

Tam cari capitis? praecipe lugubreis

Cantus Melpomene: cui liquidam pater

Vocem cum cithara dedit.

Ergo Quintilium perpetuus sopor

Ʋrget? cui pudor, & justitiae soror

Incorrupta fides, nudaque veritas,

Quando ullum invenient parem?

Multis ille bonis flebilis occidit:

Nulli flebilior, quam tibi Virgili.

Tu frustra pius, heu, non ita creditum,

Poscis Quintilium deos.

Quid si Threicio blandius Orpheo

Auditam moderere arboribus fidem?

Num vanae redeat sanguis imagini,

Quam virga semel horrida

Non lenis precibus fata recludere,

Nigro compulerit Mercurius gregi?

Durum; sed levius fit patientia,

Quicquid corrigere est nefas.

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ODE XXXIV.

Poenitere se, quod dum Epicueram disciplinam sectaretur, parum studiose Deos coluerit.

PArcus Deorum cultor, & infrequens,

Insanientis dum sapientiae

Consultus erro, nunc retrorsum

Vela dare, atque iterare cursus

Cogor relictos. Namque Diespiter

Igni corusco nubila dividens,

Plerumque per purum tonanteis

Egit equos, volucremque currum:

Quo bruta tellus, & vaga flumina,

Quo Styx, & invisi horrida Taenari

Sedes, Atlanteusque finis

Concutitur. Valet ima summis

Mutare, & insignem attenuat Deus,

Obscura promens; hinc apicem rapax

Fortuna cum stridore acuto

Sustulit: hic posuisse gaudet.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER II. CARMINVM:

ODE I. Ad C. ASINIUM POLLIONEM.

Commendat scripta illius, quibus bella civilia complectebatur.

MOTƲM ex Metello consule civicum,

Bellique causas, & vitia, & modos,

Ludúmque Fortunae graviesque

Principum amicitias, & arma

Nondum expiatis uncta cruoribus,

Periculosae plenum opus aleae

Tractas, & incedis per igneis

Suppositos cineri doloso.

Paulum severae Musa tragoediae

Desit theatris: mox, ubi publicas

Res ordinaris, grande munus

Cecropio repetes cothurno,

Insigne moestis praesidium reis,

Et consulenti, Pollio, curiae;

Cui laurus aeternos honores

Dalmatico peperit triumpho.

Jam nunc minaci murmure cornuum

Perstringit aureis: jam litui strepunt:

[Page]Jam fulgor armorum fugaceis

Terret equos, equitumque vultus.

Audire magnos jam videor duces

Non indecoro pulvere sordidos,

Et cuncta terrarum subacta,

Praeter atrocem animum Catonis.

Juno, & deorum quisquis amicior

Afris, inulta cesserat impotens

Tellure, victorum nepotes

Rettulit inferias Jugurthae.

Quis non Latino sanguine pinguior

Campus, sepulchris impia proelia

Testatur, auditumque Medis

Hesperiae sonitum ruinae?

Qui gurges, aut quae flumina lugubris

Ignara▪ belli? quod mare Dauniae

Non decoloravere caedes?

Quae caret ora cruore nostro?

Sed ne, relictis Musa procax jocis,

C [...]ae retractes munera naeni [...],

Mecum Dion [...]o sub antro

Quaere mod [...]s leviore plectro.

ODE II. Ad C. SALLUSTIUM CRISPUM.

Primo Proculejum laudat ob liberalitatem in fratres▪ deinde oftendit, eum qui suas cupiditates reprimere, pecuniamque contemnere possit, solum regem, sol [...]m beatum esse.

NƲllus argento color est, [...]varis

Abditae terris inimice lamnae

Crispe Salusti, nisi temperat [...]

Splendeat usu.

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Vivet extento Proculejus aevo,

Notus in fratres animi paterni.

Illum aget penna metuente solvi

Fama superstes.

Latius regnes avidum domando

Spiritum, quam si Libyam remotis

Gadibus jungas, & uterque Poenus

Serviat uni.

Crescit indulgens sibi dirus hydrops:

Nec sitim pellit, nisi causa morbi

Fugerit venis, & aquosus albo

Corpore languor.

Redditum Cyri solio Phraaten

Dissidens plebi, numero beato-

Rum eximit virtus: populumque falsis

Dedocet uti

Vocibus; regnum & diadema tutum

Deferens uni, propriamque laurum,

Quisquis iugenteis oculo irretorto

Spectat acervos.

ODE III. Ad DELLIUM.

Neque demittendum adversis, neque efferendum secundis rebus animum: sed hilariter vivendum, cum aequa sit omnibus moriendi conditio.

AEQuam memento rebus in arduis

Servare mentem: non secus in bonis

Ab insolenti temperatam

Laetitia, moriture Delli,

Seu moestus omni tempore vixeris:

Seu te in remoto gramine per dies

[Page]Festos reclinatum bearis

Interiore nota Falerni.

Qua pinus ingens, albaque populus

Ʋmbram hospitalem consociare amant

Ramis, qua obliquo laborat

Lympha fugax trepidare rivo:

Huc vina, & unguenta, & nimium breveis

Flores amoenae ferre jube rosae:

Dum res, & aetas, & sororum

Fila trium patiuntur atra.

Cedes coemtis saltibus, & domo,

Villáque, flavus quam Tiberis lavit,

Cedes: & exstructis in altum

Divitiis potietur haeres.

Divesne prisco natus ab Inacho,

Nil interest, an pauper, & infima

De gente sub di [...] moreris,

Victima nil miserantis Orci.

Omnes eodem cogimur: omnium

Versatur urna: serius, ocyus,

Sors exitura: & nos in aeter—

Num exilium impositura cymba.

ODE IV. Ad XANTHIAM PHOCEUM.

Quod ancillam amet, non esse cur eam pudeat: multi [...] enim magnis viris idem usu venisse.

NE sit ancillae tibi amor pudori

Xanthia Phoceu; prius insolentem

Serva Briseis niveo colore

Movit Achillem.

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Movit Ajacem Telomone natum

Forma Captivae dominum Tecmessae.

Arsit Atrides medio in triumpho

Virgine rapta:

Barbarae postquam cecidere turmae

Thessalo victore: & ademptus Hector

Tradidit fessis leviora tolli

Pergama Grajis.

Nescias, an te generum beati

Phillydis flavae decorent parentes.

Regium certe genus, & penateis

Moeret iniquos.

Crede non illam tibi de scelesta

Plebe delectam: neque sic fidelem,

Sic lucro aversam, potuîsse nasci

Matre pudenda.

Brachia, & vultum, tereteisque suras,

Integer laudo. fuge suspicari,

Cujus octavum trepidavit aetas

Claudere lustrum.

ODE VIII. In BARINEM.

Non esse cur ei juranti credatur: Formosarum enim perjuria a diis non vindicari.

VLla si juris tibi pejerati

Poena, Barine, nocuisset unquam:

Dente si nigro fieres vel uno

Turpior ungue,

Crederem. sed tu, simul obligast▪

Perfidum votis caput, enitescis

[Page]Pulchrior multo, juvenúmque prodis

Publica cura.

Expedit matris cineres opertos

Fallere, & toto taciturna noctis

Signa cum coelo, gelidâque divos

Morte carenteis.

Ridet hoc, inquam, Venus ipsa: rident

Simplices Nymphae, ferus & Cupido,

Semper ardenteis acueus sagittas

Cote cruenta.

Adde, quod pubes tibi crescit omnis:

Servitus crescit nova: nec priores

Impiae tectum Dominae relinquunt,

Saepe minati.

Te suis matres metuunt juvencis:

Te senes parci: miseraeque nuper

Virgines nuptae; tua ne retardet

Aura maritos.

ODE X. Ad LICINIUM.

Retinendam esse mediocritatem, & animi in utraque fortuna aequalitatem.

REctius vives Licini neque altum

Semper urgendo: neque, dum procellas

Cautus horrescis, nimium premendo

Littus iniquum.

Auream quisquis mediocritatem

Diligit, tutus caret obsoleti

Sordibus tecti, caret invidendae

Sobrius aula.

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Saepius ventis agitatur ingens

Pinus: & celsae graviore casu

Decidunt turres: feriúntque summos

Fulmina montes.

Sperat infestis, metuit secundis

Alteram sortembene praeparatum

Pectus; informeis hyemes reducit

Jupiter: idem

Summovet; non, fi male nunc, & olim

Sic erit. Quondam cithara tacentem

Suscitat Musam, neque semper arcum

Tendit Apollo.

Rebus angustis animosus, atque

Fortis appare. Sapienter idem

Contrahes vento nimium secundo

Turgida vela.

ODE XIII. In Arborem, cujus casu in agro Sabino paene oppressus est.

Nunquam homini satis exploratum esse, quid vitare debeat. Sapphonis & Alcaei laudes.

ILle nefasto te posuit die,

Quicúnque primum, & sacrilega manu

Produxit arbos, in nepotum

Perniciem, opprobriúmque pagi.

Illum & parentis crediderim sui

Fregisse cervicem, & penetralia

Sparsisse nocturno cruore

Hospitis: ille venena Colchica,

Et quicquid usquam concipitur nefas

Tractavit, agro qui statuit meo

[Page]Te, triste lignum, te caducum

In domini caput immerentis.

Quid quisque vitet, nunquam homini satis

Cautum est in horas; navita Bosphorum

Poenus perhorrescit, neque ultra

Caeca timet aliunde fata;

Miles sagittas, & celerem fugam

Parthi: catenas Parthus, & Italum

Robur. Sed improvisa lethi

Vis rapuit, rapiétque genteis.

Quàm paene furvae regna Proserpinae,

Et judicantem vidimus Aeacum,

Sedeisque descriptas piorum, &

Aeoliis fidibus querentem

Sappho puellis de popularibus!

Et te sonantem plenius aureo,

Alcaee, plectro, dura navis,

Dura fugae mala, dura belli!

Ʋtrúm [...]sue sacro digna silentio

Mirantur umbrae dicere: sed magis

Pugnas, & exactos tyrannos

Densum humeris bibit aure vulgus.

Quid mirum, vbi illis carminibus stupens

Demittit atras bellua centiceps

Aureis? & intorti capillis

Eumenidum recreantur angues?

Quin & Prometheus & Pelopis paren [...]

Dulci laborum decipitur sono:

Nec curat Orion leones,

Aut timidos agitare lyncas.

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ODE XIV. Ad POSTHUMUM.

Mortem vitari non posse.

EHeu, fugaces, Posthume, Posthume,

Labuntur anni: nec pietas moram

Rugis, & instanti senectae

Afferet, indomitaeque morti.

Non si trecenis, quotquot eunt dies,

Amice, places illachrymabilem

Plutona tauris: qui ter amplum

Geryonem Tityónque tristi

Compescit unda, scilicet omnibus,

Quicunque terrae munere vescimur,

Enaviganda, sive reges,

Sive inopes erimus coloni.

Frustra cruento Marte carebimus:

Fractisque rauci fluctibus Adriae.

Frustra per autumnos nocentem

Corporibus metuemus Austrum.

Visendus ater flumine languido

Cocytus errans, & Danai genus

Infame, damnatusque longi

Sisyphus Aeolides laboris.

Linquenda tellus, & domus, & placens

Ʋxor: neque harum quas colis arborum

Te praeter invisas cupressos,

Ʋlla brevem dominum sequetur.

Absumet haeres Caecuba dignior.

Servata centum clavibus: & mero

Tinget pavimentum superbum

Pontificum potiore [...]oenis.

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ODE XV. Ad SUI SAECULI LUXURIAM.

I Am pauca aratro jugera regiae

Moles relinquent: undique latius

Extenta visentur Lucrino

Stagna lacu: platanúsque coelebs

Evincet ulmos. Tum violaria, &

Myrtus, & omnis copia narium

Spargent olivetis odorem,

Fertilibus domino priori;

Dum spissa ramis laurea fervidos

Excludet ictus; non ita Romuli

Praesciptum, & intonsi Catonis

Auspiciis, veterúmque norma.

Privatus illis sensus erat brevis:

Commune magnum. Nulla decempedis

Metata privatis, opacam

Porticus excipiebat Arcton:

Nec fortuitum spernere cespitem

Leges sinebant: oppida publico

Sumptu jubentes, & deorum

Templa novo decorare saxe.

ODE XVI. Ad GROSPHUM.

Tranquillitatem animi optari ab omnibus: eam vero non congerendis opibus honoribusve consequendis, sed coercendis cupiditatibus compa [...]ari.

OTium divos rogat in patenti

Prensus Aegaeo, simul atra nubes

[Page]Condidit Lunam, néque certa fulgent Sidera nautis:

Otium bello furiosa Thrace,

Otium Medi pharetra decori,

Grosphe, non gemmis, néque purpura venale néque auro:

Non enim gazae, néque consularis

Summovet lictor miseros tumultus

Mentis, & curas laqueata circum Tecta volanteis.

Vivitur parvo bene, cui paternum

Splendet in mensa tenui salinum,

Nec leveis somnos timor, aut Cupido Sordidus aufert.

Quid brevi fortes jaculamur aevo

Multa? quid terras alio [...]alenteis

Sole mutamus? patriae quis exul Se quoque fugit?

Scandit aeratas vitiosa naveis

Cura: nec turmas equitum relinquit,

Ocyor cervis, & agente nimbos Ocyor Euro.

Laetus in praesens animus, quod ultra est

Oderit curare: & amara laeto

Temperet risu. Nihil est ab omni Parte beatum.

Abstulit clarum cita mors Achillem,

Longa Tithonum minuit senectus:

Et mihi forsan, tibi quod negarit, Porriget hora.

Te greges centum, Siculaeque circum

Mugiunt vaccae, tibi tollit hinni-

Tum apta quadrigis equa: te bis Afro M [...]rice tinctae

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Vestiunt lanae: mihi parva rura, &

Spiritum Grajae tenuem Camoenae

Parca non mendax dedit, & malignum Spernere vulgus.

ODE XVII. Ad MAECENATEM AEGROTUM.

Negat se ei superstitem velle esse.

CƲr me querelis exanimas tuis?

Nec dîs amicum est, nec mihi, te prius

Obire, Maecenas, mearum

Grande decus columénque rerum.

Ah, te meae si partem animae rapit

Maturior vis, quid moror altera,

Nec carus aeque, nec superstes

Integer? ille dies utrámque

Ducet ruinam: non ego perfidum

Dixi sacramentum. ibimus ibimus,

Ʋtcúmque praecedes, supremum

Carpere iter comites parati.

Me nec Chimaerae spiritus igneae,

Nec si resurgat centimanus Gyas,

Divellet unquam; sic potenti

Justitiae, placitúmque Parcis.

Seu Libra, seu me Scorpius aspicit

Formidolosus, pars violentior

Natalis horae, seu tyrannus

Hesperiae Capricornus undae:

Ʋtrúmque nostrum incredibili modo

Consentit astrum▪ te Jovis impio

Tutela Saturno refulgens

Eripuit, v [...]lucrisque fati

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Tardavit alas, cum populus frequens▪

Laetum theatris ter crepuit sonum:

Me truncus illapsus cerebro

Sustulerat, nisi Faunus ictum

Dextráque levasset, Mercurialium

Custos virorum▪ reddere victimas,

Aedémque votivam memento:

Nos humilem feriemus agnam.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER III. CARMINVM:

ODE I.

Non opibus aut honoribus, sed animi tranquillitate vitam beatam effici.

ODi profanum vulgus, & arceo.

Favete linguis; carmina non prius

Audita, Musarum sacerdos,

Virginibus, puerisque canto.

Regum timendorum in proprios greges,

Reges in ipsos imperium est Jovis

Clari Giganteo triumpho,

Cuncta supercilio moventis.

Est ut viro vir latius ordinet

Arbusta sulcis: hic generosior

Descendat in campum petitor:

Moribus hic meliórque fama

Contendat: illi turba clientum

Sit major. Ae QƲ A lege necessitas

Sortitur insigneis, & imos,

Omne capax movet urna nomen.

Districtus ensis cui super impia

Cervice pendet, non Siculae dapes

Dulcem elaborabunt saporem:

Non avium citharaeque cantus

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Somnum reducent. somnus agrestium

Lenis virorum non humileis domos

Fastidit, umbrosámque ripam,

Non Zephyris agitata Tempe.

Desiderantem quod satis est, néque

Tumultuosum sollicitat mare,

Nec saevus Arcturi cadentis

Impetus, aut orientis Haedi;

Non verberatae grandine vineae,

Fundúsque mendax, arbore nunc aquas

Culpante, nunc torrentia agros

Sidera, nunc hiemes iniquas.

Contracta pisces aequora sentiunt,

Jactis in altum molibus; huc frequens

Caementa dimittit redemtor

Cum famulis dominúsque terrae

Fastidiosus. sed timor, & minae

Scandunt eodem, quo dominus: néque

Decedit aerata triremi, &

Post equitem sedet atra cura.

Quod si dolentem nec Phryoius lapis,

Nec purpurarum sidere clarior

Delenit usus, nec Falerna

Vitis, Achaemeniúmque costum;

Cur invidendis postibus, & novo

Sublime ritu moliar atrium?

Cur valle permutem Sabina

Divitias operosiores?

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ODE III.

Virtute praeditum virum nihil extimescere; oratio Junonis de Troja eversà, bello Trojano finito, imperio Romano à Trojanis initium capturo.

JƲstum, & tenacem propositi virum,

Non civium ardor prava jubentium,

Non vultus instantis tyranni

Mente quatit solida, néque Auster,

Dux inquieti turbidus Adriae,

Nec fulminantis magna Jovis manus.

Si fractus illabatur orbis,

Impavidum ferient ruinae.

Hac arte Pollux, & vagus Hercules

Innixus, arceis attigit igneas:

Quos inter Augustus recumbens

Purpureo bibit ore nectar.

Hac te merentem, Bacche pater, tuae

Vexere tigres, indocili jugum

Collo trahentes: hac Quirinus

Martis equis Acheronta fugit:

Gratum elocuta concitiantibus

Junone divis. Ilion, Ilion

Fatalis incestusque judex,

Et mulier peregrina vertit

In pulverem, ex quo destituit deos

Mercede pacta Laomedon: mihi,

Castaeque damnatum Minervae

Cum populo, & duce fraudulento.

Jam nec Lacaenae splendet adulterae

Famosus hospes: nec Priami domus

Perjura pugnaceis Achivos

Hectoreis opibus refringit:

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Nostrisque ductum seditionibus

Bellum resedit: protenus & graveis

Iras, & invisum nepotem,

Troica quem peperit sacerdos,

Marti redonabo; illum ego lucidas

Inire sedeis, ducere nectaris

Succos, & adscribi quietis

Ordinibus patiar deorum.

Dum longus inter saeviat Ilion

Romámque pontus; qualibet exules

In parte regnanto beati.

Dum Priami Paridisque busto

Insultet armentum, & catulos ferae

Celent inultae; stet Capitolium

Fulgens, triumphatisque possit

Roma ferox dare jura Medis.

Horrenda late, nomen in ultimas

Extendat oras, qua medius liquor

Secernit Europen ab Afro,

Qua tumidus rigat arva Nilus.

Aurum irrepertum, & sic melius situm,

Cum terra celat, spernere fortior,

Quam cogere humanos in usus,

Omne sacrum rapiente dextra.

Quicunque mundi terminus obstitit,

Hunc tangat armis, visere gestiens,

Qua parte debacchentur ignes,

Qua nebulae, pluvisque rores.

Sed Bellicosis fata Quiritibus

Hac lege dico, ne nimium pii,

Rebúsque fidentes, avitae

Tecta velint reparare Trojae:

Trojae renascens alite lugubri

Fortuna, tristi clade iterabitur;

Ducente victriceis catervas

Conjuge me Jovis, & sorore,

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Ter si resurgat murus aeneus

Auctore Phoebo; ter pereat meis

Exscissus Argivis; te [...] uxor

Capta virum puerosque ploret.

Non haec jocosae conveniunt lyrae.

Quo Musa tendis: desine pervicax

Referre sermones deorum, &

Magna modis tenuare parvis.

ODE IV. Ad CALLIOPEN.

Se à multis periculis, Musarum ope ereptum fuisse. Male [...]ssisse omnibus qui adversum deos aliquid moliri voluerint.

DEscende coelo, & dic, age, tibia

Regina, longum, Calliope, melos;

Seu voce nunc mavis acuta,

Seu fidibus, citharave Phoebi.

Auditis? an me ludit amabilis

Insania? audire, & videor pios

Errare per lucos, amoenae

Quos & aquae subeunt, & aurae.

Me fabulosae Vulture in Appulo,

Altricis extra limen Appuliae,

Ludo, fatigatúmque somno,

Fronde nova puerum palumbes

Texere: mirum quod foret omnibus,

Quicúnque celsae nidum Acherontiae,

Saltúsque Bantinos, & arvum

Pingue tenent humilis Ferenti,

Ʋt tuto ab atris corpore viperis

Dormirem, & ursis: ut premerer sacra

[Page]Lauróque collatáque myrto,

Non sine Diis animosus infans.

Vester, Camoenae, vester in arduos

Tollor Sabinos: seu mihi frigidum

Praeneste, seu Tibur supinum,

Seu liquidae placuere Bajae.

Vestris amicum fontibus, & choris,

Non me Philippis versa acies retro,

Devota non extinxit arbor,

Nec Sicula Palinurus unda.

Ʋtcúnque mecum vos eritis, libens

Insanientem navita Bosphorum

Tentabo, & arenteis arenas

Littoris Assyrii viator.

Visam Britannos hospitibus feros,

Et laetum equino sanguine Concanum.

Visam pharetratos Gelonos,

Et Scythicum inviolatus amnem.

Vos Caesarem altum, militia simul

Fessas cohorteis abdidit oppidis,

Finire quaerentem labores

Pierio recreatis antro.

Vos lene consilium & datis, & dat [...]

Gaudetis almae. scimus, ut impios

Titanas, immanémque turmam

Fulmine sustulerit caduco:

Qui terram inertem, qui mare temperat

Ventosum, & urbeis, regnáque tristia,

Divósque, mortaleisque turbas

Imperio regit unus aequo.

Magnum illa terrorem intulerat Jovi

Fidens, juventus horrida brachiis:

Fratrésque tendentes opaco

Pelion imposuisse Olympo.

Sed quid Typhoeus, & validus Mimas,

Aut quid minaci Porphyrion statu,

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[Page]Quid Rhoecus, evulsisque truncis

Enceladus jaculator audax,

Contra sonantem Palladis Aegida

Possent ruentes? hinc avidus stetit

Vulcanus, hinc matrona Juno, &

Nunquam humeris positurus arcum,

Qui rore puro Castaliae lavit

Crineis solutos, qui Lyciae tenet

Dumeta, natalémque sylvam,

Delius, & Patareus Apollo.

Vis consilî expers mole ruit sua:

Vim temperatam dî quóque provehunt

In majus: Idem odere vireis

Omne nefas animo moventeis.

Testis mearum centimanus Gyges

Sententiarum notus, & integrae

Tentator Orion Dianae,

Virginea domitus sagitta.

Injecta monstris terra dolet suis:

Moerétque partus fulmine luridum

Missos ad Orcum: nec peredit

Impositam celer ignis Aetnam:

Incontinentis nec Tityi jecur

Relinquit ales, nequitiae additus

Custos: amatorem trecentae

Perithoum cohibent catenae.

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ODE V. AUGUSTI LAUDES.

Reguli constantia, & ad Poenos reditus.

CAelo tonantem credidimus Jovem

Regnare. praesens divus habebitur

Augustus, abjectis Britannis

Imperio, gravibúsque Persis.

Milesne Crassi, conjuge barbara

Turpis maritus vixit? & hostium

(Prôh curia, inversique mores)

Consenuit socerorum in armis,

Sub Rege Medo Marsus, & Appulus,

Anciliorum nominis, & togae

Oblitus, aeternaeque Vestae,

Incolumi Jove, & urbe Roma?

Hoc caverat mens provida Reguli,

Dissentientis conditionibus.

Foedis, & exemplo trahenti

Perniciem veniens in aevum,

Si non periret immiserabilis

Captiva pubes. Signa ego Punicis

Affixa delubris & arma

Militibus sine caede, dixit,

Direpta vidi. vidi ego civium

Retorta tergo brachia libero,

Portásque non clausas, & arva

Marte coli populata nostro.

Auro repensus scilicet acrior

Miles redibit▪ flagitio additis

Damnum: néque amissos colores

Lana refert medicata fuco:

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Nec vera virtus, cum semel excidit,

Curat reponi deterioribus.

Si pugnat extricata densis

Cerva plagis, erit ille fortis,

Qui perfidis se credidit hostibus:

Et Marte Poenos proteret altero,

Qui lora restrictis lacertis

Sensit iners, timuitque mortem.

Hic unde vitam sumeret inscius,

Pacem duello miscuit. O pudor!

O magna Carthago, probrosis

Altior Italiae ruinis▪

Fertur pudicae conjugis osculum,

Parvósque natos, ut capitis minor,

Ab se removisse, & virilem

Torvus humi posuisse vultum.

Donec labanteis consilio patres

Firmaret auctor nuuquam alias dato

Intérque merenteis amicos

Egregius properaret exul.

Atqui sciebat, quae sibi barbarus

Tortor pararet: non aliter tamen

Dimovit obstanteis propinquos,

Et populum reditus morantem,

Quam si clientum longa negotia

Dijudicata lite relinqueret;

Tendens Venafranos in agros,

Aut Lacedaemonium Tarentum.

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ODE VII. Ad ASTERIEN.

Con [...]olatur eam de viri sui absentia moestam, [...]ac solicitam.

QƲid fles Asterie, quem tibi candidi

Prim [...] restituent vere Favonii,

Thyna merce beatum

Constanti juv [...]enem fide

Gygen? Ille notis actus ad Oricum

Post insana Caphae sydera▪ frigidas

Noctes non sine multis

Insomnis lachrymis agit.

Atqui sollicitae nuntius hospitae,

Suspirare Chloen, & miseram tuis

Dicens ignibus uri,

Tentat mille va [...]er modis.

Ʋt Proetum mulier perfid [...] credulu [...]

Falsis imp [...]lerit criminibus, nimis

Casto Bellerophonti

Maturare necem refert.

Narrat paene datum Pelea Tartar [...],

Magnessam Hyppoliten dum fugit abstinens▪

Et peccare docentes

Fallax historias monet:

Frustra. nam scopulis surdior Icari

Voces audit adhuc integer at, tibi

Ne vicinus Enipeus

Plus justo placeat, cave:

Quamvis non alius flectere equum scien [...]

Aeque conspicitur gramine Martio:

Nec quisquam citus aeque

Tusco denatat alveo.

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Prima nocte domum claude: néque in vias

Sub cantum querulae despice tibiae:

Et te saepe vocanti

Duram, difficilis mane.

ODE IX. Ad LYDIAM.

Dialogus Horatii & Lydiae.

HO.

DOnec gratus eram tibi,

Nec quisquam potior brachia candidae

Cervici juvenis dabat,

Persarum vigui rege beatior.

LY.

Donec non alia magis

Arsisti, neque erat Lydia post Chloen:

Multi Lydia nominis

Romana vigui clarior Ilia.

HO.

Me nunc Thressa Chloë regit,

Dulces docta modos, & citharae sciens:

Pro qua non metuam mori,

Si parcent animae fata superstiti.

LY.

Me torret face mutua

Thurini Calais filius Ornithi;

Pro quo bis patiar mori,

Si parcent puero fata superstiti.

HO.

Quid si prisca redit Venus?

Diductósque jugo cogit aheneo?

Si flava ex [...]utitur Chlo,

Rejectaeque patet janua Lydiae?

LY.

Quanquam sydere pulchrior

Ille est; tu levior cortice, & improbo

Iracundior Adria:

Tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens.

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ODE XI. Ad MERCURIUM.

Ut cantus sibi dictet, quibus Lyde flecti possit. D [...]aidum fabula.

MErcuri (nam te docilis magistro

Movit Amphion lapides, cane [...]d [...])

Túque testudo, resonare septem

Callida nervis▪

(Nec loquax olim néque grata, nunc &

Divitum mensis & amica templis)

Dic modos, Lyde quibus obstinatas

Applicet aures.

Quae, velut latis equa prima campis,

Ludit exultim: metuitque tangi,

Nuptiarum expers, & adhuc proterv [...]

Cruda marito.

Tu potes tigres comitésque sylvas

Ducere, & rivos celeres morari.

Cessit immanis tibi blandienti

Janitor aulae

Cerberus, quamvis furiale centum

Muniant angues caput ejus, atque

Spiritus teter saniésque manet

Ore trilingui.

Quin & Ixion Tityúsque vultu

Risit invito: stetit urna paulum

Sicca, dum gra [...]o Danai puellas

Carmine mulces.

Audiat Lyde scelus átque notas

Virginum poenas, & inane lymphae

Dolium fundo pereuntis imo,

Seráque fata,

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Quae manent culpas etiam sub Orc [...]

Impiae: nam quid potuere majus?

Impiae sponsos potuere duro

Perdere ferro.

Ʋna de multis face nuptiali

Digna, perjurum fuit in parentem

Splendide mendax, & in omne virgo

Nobilis aevum;

Surge (quae dixit juveni marito)

Surge, ne longus tibi somnus, unde

Non times, detur▪ socerum & scelestas

Falle sorores,

Quae, velut nactae vitulos leaenae,

Singulos (eheu) lacerant; ego illis

Mollior, nec te feriam, nee intra

Claustra tenebo.

Me pater saevis oneret catenis,

Quod viro clemens misero peperci:

Me vel extremos Numidarum in agros

Classe relegat.

I, pedes quo te rapiunt & aurae:

Dum favet nox & Venus: I secundo

Omine, & nostri memorem sepulchro

Sculpe querelam.

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ODE XVI. Ad C. MAECENATEM.

Quanta sit ad omnia expugnanda, etiam ad pudicitiam, vis auri, exemplis docet. Sed esse id pecuniae insitum, ut nulla ejus copia satiet, & crescente ea crescat simul cura & sollicitudo. Ideóque beatum esse qui mediocritate contentus vivit.

INclusam Danaen turris ahenea,

Robustaeque fores, & vigilum canum

Tristes excubiae munierant satis

Nocturnis ab adulteris:

Si non Acrisium, virginis abditae

Custodem pavidum, Jupiter & Venus

Risissent: fore enim tutum iter & patens,

Converso in pretium deo.

Aurum per medios ire satellites,

Et perrumpere amat saxa, potentius

Ictu fulmineo. concidit auguris

Argivi domus, ob lucrum

Demersa excidio. diffidit urbium

Portas vir Macedo, & subruit aemulos

Reges muneribus. munera navium

Saevos illaqueant duces.

Crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam,

Majorúmque fames jure perhorrui

Late conspicuum tollere verticem,

Moecenas, equitum decus.

Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,

A dîs plura feret. nil cupientium

Nudus castra peto: & transfuga divitum

Partes linquere gestio,

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Contemptae dominus splendidior rei,

Quàm si quicquid arat non piger Appulus,

Occultare meis dicerer horreis,

Magnas inter opes inops.

Purae rivus aquae, sylváque jugerum

Paucorum, & segetis certa fides meae,

Fulgentem imperio fertilis Africae

Fallit sorte beatior.

Quanquam nec Calabrae mella ferunt apes,

Nec Laestrygonia Bacchus in amphora

Languescit mihi, nec pinguia Gallicis

Crescunt vellera pascuis:

Importuna tamen pauperies abest:

Nec, si plura velim, tu dare deneges;

Contracto melius parva cupidine

Vectigalia porrigam,

Quàm si Mygdoniis regnum Halyattici

Campis continuem. Multa petentibus

Desunt multa. bene est, cui deus obtulit

Parca, quod satis est, manu.

ODE XXIV. In DIVITES AVAROS.

In avaros invehitur, qui domos domibus subinde addunt, in ipso etiam mari aedificantes: cum tamen nulla aedificia necessitate mortis eos liberare possint. Scythas, qui plaustris domos suas trahant, & in commune agros colant, feliciores esse ait. Quinetiam eam morum corruptelam & peccandi licentiam apud hos esse negat, quae sit apud Romanos. Ad haec autem mala extirpanda unà cum prava illa augen i opes cupiditate, disciplina asperiore opus esse dicit. d

INtactis opulentior

Thesauris Arabum, & divitis Indiae,

[Page]Coementis licet occupes

Tyrrhenum omne tuis & mare Ponticum:

Si figit adamantinos

Summis verticibus dira necessitas

Clavos: non animum metu,

Non mortis laqueis expedies caput.

Campestres melius Scythae

(Quorum plaustra vagas rite trahunt domos)

Vivunt, & rigidi [...]etae,

Immetata quibus jugera liberas

Fruges & Cererem ferunt:

Nec cultura placet longior annua:

Defunctúmque laboribus

Aequati recreat sorte vicarius.

Illic matre carentibus

Privignis mulier temperat innocens:

Nec dotata regit virum

Conjux, nec nitido fidit adultero.

Dos est magna, parentium

Virtus, & metuens alterius viri

Certo foedere castitas.

Et peccare nefas, aut pretium est mori.

O quisquis volet impias

Caedes & rabiem tollere civiacm:

Si quaeret pater urbium

Subscribi statuis, indomitam audeat

Refraenare licentiam,

Clarus postgenitis, quatenus, heu nefas!

Virtutem incolumem odimus,

Sublatam ex oculis quaerimus invidi.

Quid tristes querimoniae,

Si non supplicio culpa reciditur?

Quid leges sine moribus

Vanae proficiunt? si, neque fervidis

Pars inclusa caloribus

Mundi▪ nec Boreae finitimum tatus,

[Page]Durataeque solo nives▪

Mercatorem abigunt? horrida callidi

Vincunt aequora navitae?

Magnum pauperies opprobrium jubet

Quidvis & facere & pati,

Virtutisque viam deserit arduae.

Vel nos in Capitolium,

Quo clamor vocat & turba faventium:

Vel nos in mare proximum

Gemmas, & lapides, aurum & inutile,

Summi materiam mali,

Mittamus▪ scelerum si bene poenitet,

Eradenda Cupidinis

Pravi sunt elementa: & tenerae nimis

Mentes asperioribus

Formandae studiis. nescit equo rudi

Haerere ingenuus puer,

Venarique timet▪ ludere doctior,

Seu Graeco jubeas trocho,

Seu malis vetita legibus alea.

Quum perjura patris fides

Consortem socium fallat & hospitem:

Indignóque pecuniam

Haeredi properet: scilicet improbae

Crescunt divitiae: tamen

Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.

ODE XXVII. Ad GALATEAM NAVIGATURAM.

Deterret eam praecipue exemplo Europae.

IMpios parrae recinentis omen

Ducat, & praegnans canis, aut ab agra

[Page]Rava decurrens lupa Lanuvino,

Foetáque vulpes;

Rumpat & serpens iter institutum,

Si per obliquum similis sagittae

Terruit mannos, ego cui timebo

Providus auspex?

Antequam stantes repetat paludes

Imbrium divina avis imminentum;

Oscinem corvum prece suscitabo

Solis ab ortu.

Sis licet felix ubicúnque mavis,

Et memor nostri Galatea vivas:

Téque nec laevus vetet ire picus,

Nec vaga cornix.

Sed vides quanto trepidet tumultu

Pronus Orion▪ ego, quid sit ater

Adriae, novi, sinus: & quid albus

Peccet I [...]pix.

Hostium uxores puerique caecos

Sentiant motus orientis Hoedi, &

Aequoris nigri fremitum, & trementes

Verbere ripas.

Sic & Europe niveum doloso

Credidit tauro latus, & statentem

Belluis pontum, mediásque fraudes

Palluit audax.

Nuper in pratis studiosa florum, &

Debitae Nymphis opifex coronae,

Nocte sublustri, nihil astra praeter

Vidit & undas.

Quae simul centum tetigit potentem

Oppidis Creten; Pater, ô relictum

Filiae nomen, pietasque, dixit

Victa furore,

Unde? quo veni? levis una mors est

Virginum culpae. vigilansne ploro

[Page]Turpe commissum? an vitiis carentem

Ludit imago

Vana, quae porta fugiens eburna

Somnium ducit? meliusne fluctus

Ire per longos fuit, an recentes

Carpere flores?

Si quis infamem mihi nunc juvencum

Dedat iratae, lacerare ferro, &

Frangere enitar modo multum amati

Cornua tauri.

Impudens liqui patrios penates,

Impudens Orcum moror. ô deorum

Si quis haec audis, utinam inter errem

Nuda leones,

Antequam turpis macies decentes

Occupet malas, teneraeque succus

Defluat praedae, speciosa quaero

Pascere tigres.

Vilis Europae pater urget absens:

Quid mori cessas? potes hac ab orno

Pendulum zona bene te sequuta

Laedere collum.

Sive te rupes & acuta letho

Saxa delectant, age te procellae

Crede veloci: nisi herile mavis

Carpere pensum,

Regius sanguis, dominaeque tradi

Barbarae pellex. Aderat querenti

Perfidum ridens Venus, & remisso

Filius arcu.

Mox ubi lusit satis, Abstineto

(Dixit) irarum calidaeque rixae,

Quum tibi invisus laceranda reddet

Cornua taurus.

Ʋxor invicti Jovis esse nescis?

Mitte singultus: bene ferre magnam

[Page]Disce fortunam: tua sectus orbis

Nomina ducet.

ODE XXIX. Ad MAECENATEM.

TYrrhena regum progenies, tibi

Non ante verso lene merum cad [...]

Cum flore, Maecenas, rosarum, &

Pressa tuis balanus capillis

Jamdudum apud me est; eripe te morae:

Ne semper udum Tibur & Aesulae

Declive contempleris arvum, &

Telegoni juga parricidae.

Fastidiosam desere copiam &

Molem propinquam nubibus arduis.

Omitte mirari beatae

Fumum, & opes strepitúmque Romae.

Plerúmque gratae divitibus vices,

Mundaeque parvo sub lare pauperum

Coenae, sine aulaeis & ostro,

Sollicitam explicuere frontem.

Jam clarus occultum Andromedes pater

Ostendit ignem: jam Procyon furis,

Et stella vesani Leonis,

Sole dies referente sic [...]o [...].

Jam pastor umbras cum grege tanguido

Rivúmque fessus quaerit, & horrid [...]

Dumeta Sylvani: carétquo

Ripa vagis taciturna ventis.

Tu civitatem quis deceat status,

Curas, & urbi sollicitus, times

[Page]Quid Seres & regnata Cyro

Bactra parent, Tanaisque discors.

Prudens futuri temporis exitum

Caliginosa nocte premit Deus:

Ridétque, si mortalis ultra

Fas trepidat. quod adest, memento

Componere aequus: caetera fluminis

Ritu feruntur, nunc medio alveo

Cum pace delabentis Etrus-

Cum in mare, nunc lapides adesos,

Stirpésque raptas, & pecus & domos

Volventis una, non sine montium

Clamore, vicinaeque sylvae;

Quum fera diluvies quietos

Irritat amnes. ille potens sai

Laetúsque deget, cui licet, in diem

Dixisse, vixi: cras vel atra

Nube polum pater occupato,

Vel sole puro: non tamen irritum

Quodcúnque retro est, efficiet: neque

Diffinget, infectúnique reddet,

Quod fugiens semel hora vexit.

Fortuna saevo laeta negotio, &

Ludum insolentem ludere pertinax,

Transmutat incertos honores,

Nunc mihi, nunc alii benigna.

Laudo manentem: si celeres quatit

Pennas, resigno quae dedit, & mea

Virtute me involvo, probámque

Pauperiem sine dote quaero.

Non est meum, si mugiat Africis

Malus procellis, ad miseras preces

Decurrere: & votis pacisci,

Ne Cypriae Tyriaeque merces

Addant avaro divitias mari.

Tunc me biremis praesidio scaphae,

[Page]Tutum per Aeg [...]os tumultus

Aura feret, geminúsque Pollus.

ODE XXX. Ad MELPOMENEN MUSAM.

Scribendis carminibus Lyricis sem [...]lius cons [...]ui [...]e [...] talitati nominis sui Ai [...]it, quam si obtinuisse [...] ut [...]ibi [...] statuae aut pyramides erigerentur. Pr [...]cipuámque laudis materiam fore in [...]uit, quod primus ex Latinis in ho [...] carminum genere Graecos imitatus fuerit.

EXegi monimentum are pere [...]

Regalique situ pyramidum altius:

Quod nec imber ed [...]x▪ aut Aq [...]iloimpote [...]s

Possit diruere, [...] innumerabilis

Annorum series, & fuga temporum.

Non omnis moriar: mult [...]que pars mei

Vitabit Libiti [...]. usque [...]go postera

Crescam laude recens, dum Capitolium

Scandet cum ta [...]ita virgine pontife [...].

Dicar, qua violens obstrepit Aufidus,

Et qua pauper aquae Daunus agrestium

Regnavit populorum ex humili potens

Princeps, Ae [...]lium carmen ad [...]talos

Deduxisse modos▪ sume superbi [...]m

Quaesitam meritis, & mihi Delp [...]ica

Lauro cinge volens Melpomene comam.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER IV. CARMINVM:

ODE II. Ad ANTONIUM IULUM.

Pindarum esse ejusmodi poetam, ut siquis eum imitari conetur, non minus famae suae periculum sit aditurus, quam si cum Icaro pennis Daedaleis coelo se credere audeat. Deinde ut Pindarum cygno alte volanti, ita se api grata thyma laboriose carpenti comparat: ideóque ipsum Antonium ad celebrandam majore plectro Caesaris victoriam hortatur.

PIndarum quisquis studet aemulari, I-

Ʋle, ceratis ope Daedalea

Nititur pennis, vitreo daturus

Nomina ponto.

Monte decurrens velut amnis, imbres

Quem super notas aluere ripas,

Fervet immensúsque ruit profundo

Pindarus ore,

Laurea donandus Apollinari,

Seu per audaces nova dithyrambos

Verba devolvit, numerisque fertur

Lege solutis:

Seu deos, regesque canit, deorum

Sanguinem: per quos cecidere justa

[Page]Morte Centauri, cecidit tremendae

Flamma Chimaerae:

Sive, quos Elea domum reducit

Palma coelestes: pugilemve equumve

Dicit, & centum potiore signis

Munere donat:

Flebili sponsae juvenemve raptum

Plorat: & vires animúmque mores-

Que aureos educit in astra, nigro-

Que invidet Orco.

Multa Dirceum levat aura cygnum,

Tendit, Antoni, quoties in altos

Nubium tractus: ego, apis Matinae

More modóque,

Grata carpentis thyma per laborem

Plurimum, circa nemus, uvidique

Tiburis ripas, operosa parvus

Carmina fingo.

Concines majore Poeta plectro

Caesarem, quandóque trahet feroces

Per sacrum clivum, merita decorus

Fronde, Sicambros:

Quo nihil majus, meliusve terris

Fata donavere, bonique divi,

Nec dabunt, quamvis redeant in aurum

Tempora priscum.

Concines laetosque dies, & urbis

Publicum ludum, super impetrato

Fortis Augusti reditu, forúmque

Litibus orbum.

Tum meae (si quid loquar audiendum)

Vocis accedet bona pars: & ô sol

Pulcher, ô laudande, canam, recepto

Caesare foelix.

Tuque dum procedis, Io triumphe,

Non semel dicemus, Io triumphe,

[Page]Civitas omnis: dabimúsque divis

Thura benignis.

Te decem tauri, totidémque vaccae,

Me tener solvet vitulus relicta

Matre, qui largis juvenescit herbis

In mea vota;

Fronte curvatos imitatus ignes

Tertium Lunae referentis ortum,

Qua notam duxit, niveus videri,

Caetera fulvus.

ODE III. Ad MELPOMENEN.

Se natum esse ad poeticen, ejúsque beneficio nominis immortalitatem & gloriam consecuturum esse.

OƲem tu Melpomene semel

Nascentem placido lumine videris,

Illum non labor Isthmius

Clarabit pugilem, non equus impiger

Curru ducet Achaico

Victorem: neque res bellica Deliis

Ornatum foliis ducem,

Quod regum tumidas contuderit minas,

Ostendet Capitolio:

Sed quae Tibur aquae fertile perfluunt,

Et spissae nemorum comae,

Fingent Aeolio carmine nobilem.

Romae principis urbium

Dignatur soboles inter amabiles

Vatum ponere me choros:

Et jam dente minus mordeor in vido.

O, testudinis aureae

[Page]Dulcem quae strepitum Pieri temperas!

O, mutis quóque piscibus

Donatura cygni, si libeat, sonum!

Totum muneris hoc tui est,

Quod monstror digito praetereuntium

Romanae fidicen lyrae:

Quod spiro, & placeo (si placeo) tuum est

ODE IV.

Drusi Neronis, qui fuit Augusti Caesaris privignus, victorias de Rhoetis & Vindelicis celebrat. Quin etiam Claudii Neronis fortia quaedam facta commemorat. Tandem vero & totius gentis Romanae fortitudinem ore hostis (nimirum Annibalis) laudat. Sed de Druso loquens poeta, disciplinam & educationem multum ad virtutem posse ostendit, aliquam ha [...]umejus laudum partem in Augustum derivans.

OƲalem ministrum fulminis alitem,

(Cui Rex deorum regnum in aves vagas

Permisit, expertus fidelem

Jupiter in Ganymede flavo)

Olim juventas & patrius vigor

Nido laborum propulit inscium:

Vernique jam nimbis remotis,

Insolitos docuere nisus

Venti paventem: mox in ovilia

Demisit hostem vividus impetus:

Nunc in reluctantes dracones

Egit amor dapis atque pugnae:

Qualemve laetis caprea pascuis

Intenta, fulvae matris ab ubere

Jam lacte depulsum leonem,

Dente novo peritura vidit:

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Videre Rhoeti bella sub Alpibus

Drusum gerentem & Vindelici, quibus

Mos unde deductus per omne

Tempus Amazonia securi

Dextras obarmet, quaerere distuli:

(Nec scire fas est omnia) sed diu

Latéque victrices catervae

Consiliis juvenis revictae

Sensere, quid mens rite, quid indoles

Nutrita faustis sub penetralibus

Posset, quid Augusti paternus

In pueros animus Nerones.

Fortes creantur fortibus, & bonis:

Est in juvencis, est in equis patrum

Virtus; nec imbellem feroces

Progenerant aquilae columbam.

Doctrina sed vim promovet insitam,

Rectique cultus pectora roborant.

Ʋtcúnque defecere mores,

Dedecorant bene nata culpae.

Quid debeas, ô Roma, Neronibus,

Testis Metaurum flumen, & Asdrubal

Devictus, & pulcher fugatis

Ille dies Latio tenebris,

Qui primus alma risit adorea,

Dirus per urbes Afer ut Italas,

Ceu flamma per tedas, vel Eurus

Per Siculas equitavit undas.

Post hoc secundis usque laboribus

Romana pubes crevit: & impio

Vastata Poenorum tumultu,

Fana deos habuere rectos.

Dixitque tandem perfidus Annibat,

Cervi, luporum praeda rapacium,

Sectamur ultro, quos opimus

Fallere & effugere est triumphus.

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Gens, quae cremato fortis ab Ilio

Jactata Thuscis aequoribus, sacra,

Natósque, maturósque patres

Pertulit Ausonias ad urbes,

Duris ut ilex tonsa bipennibus

Nigrae feraci frondis in Algido,

Per damna, per caedes, ab ipso

Ducit opes animúmque ferro.

Non Hydra secto corpore firmior

Vinci dolentem crevit in Herculem:

Monstrumve summisere Colchi

Majus, Echioniaeve Thebae.

Merses profundo, pulchrior evenit:

Luctere, multa proruet integrum

Cum laude victorem: gerétq

Praelia conjugibus loquenda ue

Carthagini jam non ego nuntios

Mittam superbos: occidit, occidit

Spes omnis, & fortuna nostri

Nominis, Asdrubale interempto.

Nil Claudiae non efficient manus:

Quas & benigno numine Jupiter

Defendit, & curae sagaces

Expediunt per acuta belli.

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ODE V. Ad AUGUSTUM.

Augustum, ut reditum suum omnibus optatissimum, maturet, precatur: & quam felix sit ejus beneficio rerum Romanarum status, commemorat. Unde illum, non aliter quam olim in Graecia Castorem ac Herculem, coli dicit.

DIvis orte bonis, optime Romulae

Custos gentis, abes jam nimium diu:

Maturum reditum pollicitus patrum

Sancto concilio, redi.

Lucem redde tuae, dux bone, patriae;

Instar veris enim vultus ubi tuus

Affulsit populo, gratior it dies,

Et soles melius nitent.

Ʋt mater juvenem, quem Notus invido

Flatu Carpathii trans maris aequora

Cunctantem spatio longius annuo

Dulci distinet à domo,

Votis, ominibúsque & precibus vocat,

Curvo nec faciem littore dimovet:

Sic, desideriis icta fidelibus,

Quaerit patria Caesarem.

Tutus bos etenim rura perambulat:

Nutrit rura Ceres, almáque Faustitas:

Pacatum volitant per mare navitae.

Culpari metuit fides:

Nullis polluitur casta domus stupris:

Mos & lex maculosum edomuit nefas:

Laudantur simili prole puerperae:

Culpam poena premit comes.

Quis Parthum paveat? quis gelidum Scythen?

Quis, Germania quos borrida parturit

[Page]Foetus, incolumi Caesare? quis ferae

Bellum curet Iberiae?

Condit quisque diem collibus in suis,

Et vitem viduas ducit ad arbores:

Hinc ad vina redit laetus, & alteris

Te mensis adhibet deum.

Te multa prece, te prosequitur mero

Defuso pateris: & Laribus tuum

Miscet numen, uti Graecia Castoris,

Et magni memor Herculis.

Longas ô utinam dux bone ferias

Praestes Hesperlae, dicimus integro

Sicci mane die, dicimus nvidi,

Cum Sol Oceano subest.

ODE VII. Ad L. MANLIUM TORQUATUM.

Veris adven [...] ▪ & aequa omnibus hominibus moriendi conditione sine s [...]e reviviscendi, omniúmque rerum mutatione & vicissitudine proposita, invitat ad hilariter jucundéque vivendum.

DIffugere nives, redeunt jam gramina campis,

Arboribusque com [...].

Mutat terra vices, & decrescentia ripas

Flumina praetereunt.

Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audit

Ducere nuda choros.

Immortalia ne speres monet annus, & almum

Quae rapit hora diem.

Frigora [...]ites [...]unt Zephyris: ver preterit aestas

Interitura, sim [...]

[Page]Pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit: & mox

Bruma recurret iners.

Damna tamen celeres reparent coelestia lunae:

Nos ubi decidimus

Quo pius Aeneas, quo Tullus dives, & Ancus,

Pulvis & umbra sumus.

Quis scit an adjiciant hodiernae crastina summae

Tempora Dî superi?

Cunta manus avidas fugient h [...]redis, amico

Quae dederis animo.

Quum semel occideris, & de te splendida Minos

Fecerit arbitria,

Non, Torquate, genus▪ non te facundia, non te

Restituet pietas.

Infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum

Liberat Hippolytum:

Nec Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere charo

Vincula Perithoo.

ODE VIII. Ad MARTIUM CENSORINUM.

Nihil esse carminibus potentius ad sempiternam sui nominis memoriam posteris prodendam, atque ab oblivione hominum vindicandam.

DOnarem pateras, gratáque commodus

Censorine, meis aera sodalibus:

Donarem tripodas, praemia fortium

Grajorum: neque tu pessima munerum

Ferres: divite me scilicet artium,

Quas aut Parrhasius protulit aut Scopas;

Hic saxo, liquidis ille coloribus

Solers nunc hominem ponere, nunc deum.

[Page]Sed non haec mihi vis: non tibi talium

Res est aut animus deliciarum egens.

Gaudes carminibus: carmina possumus

Donare & pretium dicere muneris.

Non incisa notis marmora publicis,

Per quae spiritus & vita redit bonis

Post mortem ducibus: non celeres fugae,

Rejectaeque retrorsum Annibalis minae;

Non incendia Carthaginis impiae,

Ejus, qui domita nomen ab Africa

Lucratus rediit, clarius indicant

Laudes, quam Calabrae Pierides: neque,

Si chartae sileant quod bene feceris,

Mercedem tuleris. quid foret Iliae

Mavortisque puer, si taciturnitas

Obstaret meritis invida Romuli?

Ereptum Stygiis fluctibus Aeacum

Virtus, & favor, & lingua potentium

Vatum divitibus consecrat insulis.

Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori.

Coelo Musa beat. sic Jovis interest

Optatis epulis impiger Hercules:

Clarum Tyndaridae sidus ab infimis

Quassas eripiunt aequoribus rates:

Ornatus viridi tempora pampino

Liber vota bonos ducit ad exitus.

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ODE. IX. Ad LOLLIUM.

Scripta sua nunquam interitura. Sine poetarum ope Virtutem oblivione sempiterna deleri. Se suis versibus res à Lollio gestas memoriae proditurum. Laus constantiae, abstinentiae, & caeterarum virtutum.

NE forte credas interitura, quae

Longe sonantem natus ad Aufidum,

Non ante vulgatas per artes

Verba loquor socianda chordis:

Non, si priores Maeonius tenet

Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent,

Ceaeque, & Alcaei minaces,

Stesichorique graves Camoenae▪

Nec, si quid olim lusit Anacreon,

Delevit aetas. spirat adhuc amor,

Vivúntque commissi calores

Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

Non sola comptos arsit adulteri

Crines, & aurum vestibus illitum

Mirata, regalésque cultus

Et comites, Helene Lacaena;

Primusve Teucer tela Cydonio

Direxit arcu: non semel Ilios

Vexata: non pugnavit ingens

Idomeneus Sthenelusve solus

Dicenda Musis praelia. non ferox

Hector, vel acer Deiphobus graves

Excepit ictus pro pudicis

Conjugibus puerisque primus.

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Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona

Multi: sed omnes illacrymabiles

Ʋrgentur, ignotique longa

Nocte, carent quia vate sacro.

Paulum sepultae distat inertiae

Celata virtus. non ego te meis

Chartis inornatum sileri,

Totve tuos patiar labores

Impune, Lolli, carpere lividas

Obliviones. est animus tibi

Rerúmque prudens, & secundis

Temporibus dubiisque rectus,

Vindex avarae fraudis, & abstinens

Ducentis ad se cuncta pecuniae,

Consúlque non unius anni,

Sed quoties bonus atque fidus

Judex honestum praetulit utili, &

Rejecit alto dona nocentium

Vultu: & per obstantes catervas

Explicuit sua victor arma.

Non possidentem multa vocaveris

Recte beatum: rectius occupat

Nomen beati, qui deorum

Muneribus sapienter uti,

Durámque callet pauperiem pati,

Pejúsque letho flagitium timet;

Non ille pro charis amicis,

Aut patria timidus perire.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER EPODON.

ODE I. Ad MAECENATEM.

Maecenati ad bellum Actiacum proficiscenti comitem se o [...] fert, non tam quod praesentia sua quicquam commodi sit ei alla [...]un [...], quam quod minus de salute ejus sollicitus fit futurus.

IBis Liburnis inter alta navium,

Amice, propugnacula,

Paratus omne Caesaris periculum

Subire, Maecenas, tuo.

Quid nos? quibus te vita sit superstite

Jucunda: si contra, gravis:

Ʋtrumne jussi persequemur otium,

Non dulce, ni tecum simul?

An hunc laborem mente laturi, decet

Qua ferre non molles viros?

Feremus: & te vel per Alpium juga,

Inhospitalem & Caucasum,

Vel Occidentis usque ad ultimnm sinum,

Forti sequemur pectore.

Roges, tuum labore quid juvem meo,

Imbellis, ac firmus parum.

[Page]Comes minore sum futurus in metu,

Qui major absentes habet:

Ʋt assidens implumibus pullis avis,

Serpentium allapsus timet

Magis relictis: non, ut adsit auxili

Latura plus praesentibus.

Libenter hoc & omne militabitur

Bellum in tuae spem gratiae:

Non ut juvencis illigata pluribus

Aratra nitantur meis

Pecusve Calabris ante sydus fervidum

Lucana mutet pascua:

Nec ut superni villa candens Tusculi

Circaea tangat moenia.

Satis supérque me benignitas tua

Ditavit. haud paravero,

Quod aut, avarus ut Chremes, terra premam,

Discinctus aut perdam ut nepos.

ODE II.

Varias vitae rusticae laudes haec ode complectitur: praesertim vero ab animi tranquillitate & frugalitate eam laudat.

BEatus ille, qui procul negotiis,

(Ʋt prisca gens mortalium)

Paterna rura bobus exercet suis,

Solutus omni foenore.

Neque excitatur classico miles truci,

Neque horret iratum mare:

Forúmque vitat, & superba civium

Potentiorum limina

Ergo aut adulta vitium propagine

Altas maritat populos:

[Page]Inutilésque falce ramos amputans,

Foeliciores inserit:

Aut in r [...]ducta valle mugientium

Prospectat errantes greges:

Aut pressa puris mella condit amphoris:

Aut tondet infirmas oves.

Vel quum decorum mitibus pomis caput

Autumnus arvis extulit,

Ʋt gaudet insitiva decerpens pyra,

Certantem & uvam purpurae!

Qua muneretur te Priape, & te pater

Sylvane, tutor finium.

Libet jacere, modo sub antiqua ilice,

Modo in tenaci gramine.

Labuntur altis interim ripis aquae:

Queruntur in sylvis aves:

Fontésque lymphis obstrepunt manantibus,

Somnos quod invitet leves.

At quum tonantis annus hybernus Jovis

Imbres nivésque comparat:

Aut trudit acres hinc & hinc multa cane

Apros in obstantes plagas,

Aut amite levi rara tendit retia,

Turdis edacibus dolos:

Pavidúmque leporem, & advenam laqueo grnem,

Jucunda captat praemia.

Quis non malarum, quas amor curas habet,

Haec inter obliviscitur?

Quod si pudica mulier in partem jnvans

Domum atque dulces liberos:

(Sabina qualis, aut perusta solibus

Pernicis uxor Appuli)

Sacrum vetustis extruat lignis focum,

Lassi sub adventum viri:

Claudensque textis cratibus laetum pecus,

Distenta siccet ubera:

[Page]Et horna dulci vina promens dolio,

Dapes inemptas apparet.

Non me Lucrina juverint conchylia,

Magisve rhombus, aut scari,

Si quos Eois intonata fluctibus

Hyems ad hoc vertat mare;

Non Afra avis descendit in ventrem meum,

Non attagen Ionicus

Jucundior, quam lecta de pinguissimis

Oliva ramis arborum,

Aut herba lapathi prata amantis, & gravi

Malvae salubres corpori;

Vel agna festis caesa Terminalibus,

Vel hoedus ereptus lupo.

Has inter epulas, ut juvat pastas oves

Videre properantes domum!

Videre fessos vomerem inversum boves

Collo trahentes languido:

Positósque vernas, ditis examen domus,

Circum renidentes Lares!

Haec ubi loquutus foenerator Alphius,

Jam jam futurus rusticus,

Omnem relegit Idibus pecuniam:

Quaerit Calendis ponere.

ODE VII.

In Bellum Civile gestum hinc Bruto & Cassio, illinc Octaviano, M Antonio, & M. Lepido ducibus.

QƲo, quo scelesti ruitis? aut cur dexteris

Aptantur enses conditi?

Parumne campis atque Neptuno super

Fusum est Latini sauguinis?

[Page]Non, ut superbas invidae Carthaginis

Romanus arces ureret:

Intactus aut Britannus ut descenderet

Sacra catenatus via:

Sed ut, secundum vota Parthorum, sua

Ʋrbs haec periret dextera.

Neque hic lupis mos, nec fuit leonibus

Ʋnquam, nisi in dispar genus.

Furorne caecus, an rapit vis acrior?

An culpa? responsum date.

Tacent: & ora pallor albus inficit,

Mentésque perculsae stupent.

Sic est. acerba fata Romanos agunt,

Scelúsque fraternae necis:

Ʋt immerentis fluxit in terram Remi

Sacer nepotibus cruor.

ODE XIV. Ad MAECENATEM.

Phrynes amorem causam esse quamobrem promissos lambos non absolvat.

MOllis inertia cur tantam diffuderit imis

Oblivionem sensibus,

Pocula Lethaeos ut si ducentia somnos

Arente fauce traxerim,

Candide Maecenas, occidis saepe rogando.

Deus deus nam me vetat

Inceptos, olim promissum carmen, Iambos

Ad umbilicum adducere.

Non aliter Samio dicunt arsisse Bathyllo

Anacreonta Teium:

[Page]Qui persaepe cava testudine flevit amorem,

Non elaboratum ad pedem.

Ʋreris ipse miser quod si non pulchrior ignis

Accendit obsessam Ilion,

Gaude sorte tua: me libertina, neque uno

Contenta Phryne macerat.

ODE XVI.

Queritur bellorum civilium nullum esse finem, quire de Rep. Romana desperat, aliásque terras & ipse petere cogitat, & aliis, ut idem faciant, suadet.

ALtera jam teritur bellis civilibus aetas:

Suis & ipsa Roma viribus ruit.

Quam neque finitimi valuerunt perdere Marsi,

Minacis aut Etrusca Porsenae manus,

Aemula nec virtus Capuae, nec Spartacus acer,

Novisque rebus infidelis All [...]brox,

Nec fera caerulea domuit Germania pube,

Parentibúsque abominatus Annibal;

Impia perdemus devoti sanguinis aetas:

Ferisque rursus occupabitur solum.

Barbarus, heu, cineres insistat victor, & [...]rbem

Eques sonante verberabit ungula.

Quaeque carent ventis & solibus; oss [...] Quirini

(Nefas videre) dissipabit insolens.

Forte, quid expediat, communiter, aut m [...]ior p [...]

Malis carere quaeritis laboribus.

Nulla sit hac potior sententia: (Phocaeorum

Velut profugit execrata civitas,

Agros atque lares proprios, habit [...]dáq [...] f [...]

Apris reliquit & rapacib [...]s lupis▪)

[Page]Ire, pedes quocúnque ferent, quocúnque per undas

Notus vocabit, aut protervus Africus.

Sic placet? an melius quis habet suadere? secunda

Ratem occupare quid moramur alite?

Sed juremus in haec: Simul imis saxa renarint

Vadis levata, ne redire sit nefas:

Neu conversa domum pigeat dare lintea, quando

Padus Matina laverit cacumina:

In mare seu celsus procurrerit Apenninus

Nováque monstra junxerit libidine

Mirus amor: juvet ut tigres subsidere cervis,

Adulteretur & columba milvio:

Credula nec flavos timeant armenta leones,

Amétque salsa laevis hircus aequora.

Haec, & quae poterunt reditus abscindere dulces,

Eamus omnis execrata civitas:

Aut pars indocili melior grege. mollis & exspes

Inominata perprimat cubilia.

Vos, quibus est virtus, muliebrem tollite luctum,

Etrusca praeter & volate littora.

Nos manet Oceanus circum vagus: arva, beata

Petamus arva, divites & insulas:

Reddit ubi cererem tellus inarata quotannis,

Et imputata floret usque vinea:

Germinat & nunquam fallentis termes olivae,

Suámque pulla ficus ornat arborem:

Mella cava manant ex ilice: montibus altis

Levis crepante lympha desilit pede.

Illic injussae veniunt ad mulctra capellae,

Refértque tenta grex amicus ubera:

Nec vespertinus circumgemit ursus ovile,

Nec intumescit alta viperis hnmus.

Pluráque foelices mirabimur: ut néque largis

Aquosus Eurus arva radat imbribus,

Pinguia nec siccis urantur semina glebis:

Ʋtrûmque rege temperante coelitum.

[Page]Non huc Argoo contendit remige pinus:

Neque impudica Colchis intulit pedem:

Non huc Sidonii torserunt cornua nautae,

Laboriosa nec cohors Ʋlyssei.

Nulla nocent pecori contagia, nullius astri

Gregem aestuosa torret impotentia,

Jupiter illa piae secrevit littora genti,

Ʋt inquinavit aere tempus aureum:

Aere, dehinc ferro duravit saecula: quorum

Piis secunda Vate me datur fugae.

CARMINUM LIB. I.

ODE XXXVII. Ad SODALES.

Ob victoriam Actiacam, genio indulgendum esse.

NƲnc est bibendum: nunc pede libero

Pulsanda tellus: nunc Saliaribus

Ornare pulvinar deorum

Tempus erat dapibus, sodales.

Antehac nefas depromere Caecubum

Cellis avitis, dum Capitolio

Regina dementeis ruinas,

Funus & imperio parabat,

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Contaminato cum grege turpium

Morbo virorum quidlibet impotens

Sperare, fortunáque dulci

Ebria. sed minuit furorem

Vix una sospes navis ab ignibus:

Mentémque lymphatam Mareotico

Redegit in veros timores

Caesar, ab Italia volantem

Remis adurgens, accipiter velut

Molleis columbas, aut leporem citus

Venator in campis nivalis

Aemoniae, daret ut catenis

Fatale monstrum: quae generosius

Perire quaerens, nec muliebriter

Expavit ensem, nec latenteis

Classe cita reparavit oras.

Ausa & jacentem visere regiam

Vultu sereno fortis, & asperas

Tractare serpenteis, ut atrum

Corpore combiberet venenum

Deliberata morte ferocior:

Saevis Liburnis scilicet invidens

Privata deduci superbo

Non humilis mulier triumpho.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS FIRST BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE I.

That severall Men affect severall Things; That Himself is delighted with the Study of Lyrick Verses.

MAECENAS Thuscan Kings descent,

My Bulwark and sweet Ornament.

There are, that love their Charets spoak

With raisd Olympick dust should smoak:

And with hot Wheels the Goale close shaven,

And noble Palm, lifts Men to Heaven.

One, if the fickle Peoples blast

Redoubled Honors on him cast:

Another that delights to teare

With Plough the Fields his Fathers were:

If in His private Barnes He store

Whatever fruitfull Affrick bore;

The wealth of Croesus cannot gain

With trembling Keele to plough the Main.

Frighted with rough Icarian Seas,

The Merchant praises Home, and Ease:

But His bruis'd Vessel repairs straight,

Impatient of a mean Estate.

There is that neither scorns to taste

Old Massique, nor half days to waste

[Page]Under a Shady Poplar spread,

Or at a Bubling Fountains Head.

Some Drums and Trumpets Love, and War;

Which Mothers do as much abhor.

The Huntsman in the cold doth rome,

Forgetting his poor Wife at home,

Whether his Hounds a Stagg have Rowz'd,

Or Marsian Boar his Nets hath towz'd.

Mee Ivy (Meed of learned Heads)

Ranks with the Gods: Mee chill Groves, Treads

Of Satyrs with loose Nymphs, have show'd

A way out of the common Road;

Whilst kind Euterpe wets my Flute,

Whilst Polyhymnie strings my Lute;

Then write Mee in the Lyrick Role,

My lofty Head shall knock the Pole.

ODE II. To AUGUSTUS CAESAR.

That all the Gods are angry with the Romans for the killing of Julius Caesar: That the only hope of the Empire is placed in Augustus.

ENough of Hail and cruel Snow

Hath Jove now showr'd on Us below;

Enough with Thundring Steeples down

Frighted the Town.

Frighted the World, Lest Pyrrha's Raign

Which of new Monsters did complain,

Should come again, when Proteus Flocks

Did climbe the Rocks.

And Fish in tops of Elm-Trees hung,

Where Birds wont build their Nests, and sung,

[Page]And the all-covering Sea did bear

The trembling Dear.

Wee, Yellow Tiber did behold

Back from the Tyrrhene Ocean rowl'd,

Against the Fane of Vesta powre,

And Numa's Towre;

Whilst the Uxorious River swears

Hee'l be reveng'd for Ilia's Tears;

And over both his Banks doth rove

Unbid of Jove.

Our Children through our faults but few,

Shall hear that We their Fathers slew

Our Countrymen: Who might as well

The Persians quell.

What God shall we invoke to stay

The falling Empire? with what Lay

Shall holy Nuns tire Vesta's Pray'r-

Resisting Ear?

To whom will Jove the charge commend

Of Purging us? At length descend

Prophetick Phoebus, whose white Neck

A Cloud doth deck.

Or Venus in whose smiling Rayes

Youth with a thousand Cupids playes:

Or Mars, if thou at length canst pity

Thy long plagu'd City.

Alas, We long have sported thee,

To whom 'tis sport bright Casks to see,

And grim Aspects of Moorish Foote

With Blood and Soote;

Or winged Hermes, if 'tis you

Whom in Augustus Form we view,

With this revenging th' other Flood

Of Julius Blood.

Return to Heaven late we pray,

And long with us the Romans stay:

[Page]Nor let disdain of that Offence

Snatch thee from hence.

Love here Victorious Triumphs rather;

Love here the Name of Prince and Father:

Nor let the Medes unpunisht ride

Thou being our Guide.

ODE IV. To L. SEXTIUS a Consular Man.

Proposeth the arrivall of the Spring, and the common Condition of death, as Inducements to Pleasures.

SHarp Winter's thaw'd with Spring & Western Gales,

And Ships drawn up the Engine hales:

The Clown the Fire, the Beasts their Stalls forgo:

The Fields have cast their Coats of Snow.

Fair Venus now by Moon-shine leads a Dance,

The Graces after comely prance.

With them the Nymphs the Earth alternate beat,

Whilst Vulcan at his Forge doth sweat.

Now should we be with lasting Myrtle Crown'd,

Or Flowres late Prisners in the Ground.

Now should We sacrifice a Lambkins Blood

To Faunus in a sacred Wood.

Death knocks as boldly at the Rich mans dore

As at the Cottage of the Poore,

Rich Sextius: and the shortness of our days

Fits not with long and rugged ways.

Swift night will intercept thee, and the Sprights,

They chat so of in Winter Nights,

And Pluto's haunted Inn. Thou canst not there

Call for the Musick and good Cheere:

Nor in soft Chloris gaze away thy sight,

Her Sexes Envy, Our delight.

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ODE V. To PYRRHA.

That those Men are miserable who are intangled in her Love: That he is escaped out of it as from Shipwrack by Swimming.

VVHat Stripling now Thee discomposes,

In Woodbine Rooms, on Beds of Roses,

For whom thy Auburn Haire

Is spread, Unpainted Faire?

How will he one day curse thy Oaths

And Heav'n that witness'd your Betroaths!

How will the poor Cuckold,

That deems thee perfect Gold,

Bearing no stamp but his, be mas'd

To see a suddain Tempest rais'd!

He dreams not of the Windes,

And thinks all Gold that shines.

For me my Votive Table showes

That I have hung up my wet Clothes

Upon the Temple Wall

Of Seas great Admirall.

ODE VIII. To LYDIA.

He notes obscurely a certain Young Man whom he calls Sybaris, as undone with Love, and melted with Pleasures.

LYdia, in Heavens Name

Why melts yong Sybaris in thy Flame?

[Page]Why doth he bed-rid lie

That can indure th' intemp'rate Skie?

Why rides he not and twits

The French great Horse with wringled bits?

Why shuns he Tybur's Flood,

And wrastlers Oyle like Vipers Blood?

Nor hath His Flesh made soft

With bruising Arms; having so oft

Been prais'd for shooting farre

And clean delivered of the Barre?

For shame, why lies he hid

As at Troy's Siege Achilles did,

For fear lest Mans Array

Should Him to Manly Deeds betray?

ODE IX. To THALIARCHUS.

That being Winter, it is time for Men to give themselves to Pleasure.

THou seest the Hills candied with Snow

Which groaning Woods scarce undergo,

And a stiff Ice those Veins

Congeals which Branch the Plains.

Dissolve the Frost with Logs pil'd up

To th' Mantle-Tree; let the great Cup

Out of a larger Sluice

Poure the reviving Juice.

Trust Jove with other things; when He

The fighting Winds takes up at Sea,

Nor speared Cypress shakes,

Nor Aged Elme Tree quakes,

Upon to Morrow reckon not,

Then if it comes 'tis clearly got:

[Page]Nor being young despise

Or Dancings, or Loves Joies.

Till testy Age gray Hairs shall Snow

Upon thy Head, loose Mask, nor Show▪

Soft whispers now delight

At a sett hour by Night:

And Maids that gigle to discover

Where they are hidden to a Lover;

And Bracelets or some toy

Snatcht from the willing Coy.

ODE. X. To LYDIA.

He complains that Telephus is preferr'd before Him▪

THe Arms that War-like bend,

And every henge when you commend,

On which the Head doth turn

Of Telephus, ah, how I burn!

Madness my mind doth rap,

My Colour goes; and the warm sap

Wheesing through either Eie,

Showes with what lingring Flames I frie.

I frie; when thy white hue

Is in a Tavern braw! die'd blue,

Or when the sharp-set Youth

Thy melting Kiss grinds with his Tooth.

Believe't, his Love's not sound

That can such healing Kisses wound;

Kisses which Venus hath

Made supple in a Nectar Bath.

O their Felicitie

Whom a firm Cord of Love doth tie,

[Page]Unbroke with wicked strife

And twisted with their threds of Life!

ODE III.

He prayes a prosperous Voyage to Virgil, Embarqued for Athens: and takes occasion from thence to enveigh against the Boldness of Man.

SHip, that to Us sweet Virgil ow'st

(With thee intrusted) safe

Convey him to the Artick Coast;

And save my better halfe:

So Helene's Brothers (Stellifi'd)

And Venus guide thy Sailes:

And the Wind's Father, having tie'd

All up, but Vernall Gales.

Of Oake a Bosome had that man,

And trebble-sheath'd with Brass,

Who first the horrid Ocean

With brittle Bark did pass.

Nor fear'd the hollow Storms, that rore;

The Hyades, that weep;

Nor the South-wind, which Lords it ore

The Adriatick Deep:

What face of Death could him dismay,

That saw the Monsters fell;

And wracking Rocks, and swelling Sea,

With Eyes that did not swell?

In vain, the Providence of God

The Earth and Sea did part,

If yet the watry Pathes are trod

By a forbidden Art.

But Men (that will have all, or none)

Still things forbid desire:

[Page] Iapetus bold Son stole downe

The Elemental Fire.

Whence Leanness overspread the World,

And Feavers (a new Race)

Which creeping Death on Mortals hurl'd;

And bad him mend his Pace.

Daedale the Empty Aire did cut

With Wings not giv'n to Men;

And Hercules the Gates unshut

Of Pluto's dismall Den.

Nothing is hard to sinfull Man:

At Heav'n it self we fly;

Nor suffer Jove (do what he can)

To lay his Thunder by.

ODE XVIII. To QUINTILIUS VARUS.

That with moderate drinking of Wine, the Minde is exhilerated: with immoderate, Quarrels begotten.

OF all the Trees, plant me the sacred Vine

In Tybur's mellow Fields, and let it climbe

Cathyllus Walls: For Jove doth Cares propound

To sober Heads, which in full Cups are drown'd.

Of Want, or War, who cries out after Wine?

Thee Father Bacchus, Thee fair Erycine,

Who doth not sing? But through intemp'rate use,

Least

Other names of Bacchu [...].

Liber's Gifts you turn into abuse,

Think of the Centaures Brawse, fought in their Cans

With Lapithes: and to Sithonians

Heavy Evöus, when their heated Blood

Makes little difference betwixt what's good,

[Page]And what is not. No, gentle Bassareu,

I will not force Thee: nor betray to View

Thy Vine-clad Parts: Suppress thy Thraoian Hollow,

And dismall dynn: which blind self Love doth follow,

And Glory-puffing heads with empty worth,

And a Glass-Bosome pouring Secrets forth.

ODE XXVII. To his COMPANIONS.

To his Companions feasting together, that they should not quarrel in their drink, and fight with the Cups themselves, after the manner of the Barbarians.

VVIth Goblets made for Mirth, to fight,

'Tis Barb'rous: leave that Thracian Rite,

Nor mix the bashfull blushing God

Of Wine, with Quarrels and with Blood.

A Cand-stick, and Quart-pot, how far

They differ from the Cymitar?

Your wicked noise Companions cease,

And on your Elbowes lean in peace.

Would you have me to share th' austere

Falernian Liquor? Let me heare

Megella's Brother, by what Eyes,

Of what blest wound and shaft he dies

No! then will I not drink: whatever

Venus tames thee, she toasts thy Liver

With Fires thou hast no cause to cover,

Still sinning an ingenuous Lover.

Come, thou maist lay it whatsoere

It is, securely in my Eare.

Ah Wretch! in what a Whirlpool tane?

Boy worthy of a Better Flame.

[Page]What Witch with her Thessalian Rod

Can loose thee from those Charms? What God?

Scarce Pegasus himself can Thee

From this three-shap'd Chimera free.

ODE XXXI. To APOLLO.

He asks not Riches of Apollo, but that he may have a sound Minde in a sound Body.

WHat does the Poet Phoebus pray

In his new Fane? What does he say,

Pouring sweet Liquor from the Cup?

Not give Me fat Sardinia's Crop,

Not hot Calabria's goodly Kye:

Not Gold, and Indian Ivory:

Not Fields which quiet Liris laves,

And eats into with silent waves.

Proyne, They that have them, Massick Vines:

In Golden Goblets carowse Wines,

The wealthy Merchant, which he bought

With Merchandise from Syria brought,

The Minion of the Gods: as He

That in one year the Atlantick Sea

Three or Four times, unpunish'd past.

Mine Olives, Endive my Repast,

And Mallows light. LATONA'S SON,

In Minde and Bodies health my own

T' enjoy; old Age from dotage free,

And solac'd with the Lute, give Mee.

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ODE XXIV. To VIRGIL,

Who lamented immoderately the death of Quintilian.

WHat shame, or stint in mourning ore

So dear a Head? Weep not but rore

Melpomene, to whom thy Sire

Gave a shrill Voice, and twanging Lire.

But does Quintilian sleep his last?

Whose Fellow, Modesty, and fast

Faith, with her Sister Justice joyn'd

And naked Truth, when will they finde?

Bewail'd by all good Men, he's gone:

But, then Thee Virgil, more by none.

Thou begst back (ah! pious in vain)

The, not so lent, Quintilian.

If sweeter then the Thracian Bard,

Thou could'st strike Tunes by dull Trees heard,

The Blood would never more be made

To flow into the empty shade,

Which Hermes with his horrid Wand

(Inflexible to countermand

Th' unevitable Doom of Death)

Once drove to the black Flock beneath.

'Tis Hard: But Patience makes that less,

Which all the World cannot redress.

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ODE XXXIV. To HIMSELF.

Repenting that having followed the Epicureans, he had been little studious in worshipping the Gods.

I, That have seldom worshipt Heaven,

As to a mad Sect too much giv'n,

My former waies am forc'd to balk,

And after the old light to walk.

For Cloud-dividing-lightning-Jove

Through a clear Firmament late drove

His thundring Horses, and swift Wheels:

With which, supporting Atlas reels:

With which Earth, Seas, the Stygian Lake,

And Hell, with all Her Furies, quake.

It shook me too. God puls the Proud

From his high Seat, and from their Cloud

Draws the obscure: Levels the Hills,

And with their Earth the Valleys fills:

'Tis all he does, He does it all:

Yet this, blind Mortals Fortune call.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS SECOND BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE I. To C. ASINIUS POLLIO.

He exborts him to intermit a while, his writing of Tragedies, untill he have finisht his History of the Civil War of Rome. Then extols that VVork

THe Civil War from the first seeds,

The Causes of it, Vices, Tides

Of Various Chance, and

The Marriage of Caesars Daughter to Pompey; which▪ occasioned, first the sharing of the Power of Rome, between them two by mutual Connivence: and afterwards again when that Bond ceased by the death of Julia childles [...]: their falling out for the whole.

Our prime Lords

Fatal Alliance, and the Swords

Sheath'd, but not yet hung up, and oyl'd,

The Quarrels fully reconcil'd,

Thou writ'st a work of hazard great:

And walk'st on Embers in deceit-

Full Ashes rak't. Let thy severe

Tragical Muse a while forbeare

The Stage: This publick Task then done,

Thy Buskins high again put on,

Afflicted Clients grand Support,

And light to the consulting Court:

Whom thy Dalmatick Triumph Crown'd

With Deathless Bayes. Heark how the sound

Of thy brac'd Drums, awakes old Fears,

Thy Trumpets tingle in our Ears:

[Page]How clattering Arms make the Horse shog,

And from the Horse-man's Face the blood.

Now, now amid'st the Common Heard

See the Great Generals fight, besmeard

With glorious dust: and quel'd, the whole

World, but unconquer'd Cato's Soul!

Juno, and whatsoever Gods,

To Affrick Friends, yeilded to th' odds

Of Rome; the Victors Grandsons made

A Sacrifice to Jugurth's Shade.

What Field, manur'd with Daunian bloud

Shews not in Graves, our impious Feud,

And the loud Crack of Latiums Fall,

Heard to the Babylonian Wall?

What Lake, what River's ignorant

Of the sad War? What Sea with paint

Of Latine Slaughter, is not red?

What Land's not peopled with our dead?

But wanton Muse, least leaving Toies,

Thou should'st turn Odes to Elegies,

Let Us in Dioneian Cell

Seek matter for a lighter Quill.

ODE II. To C. SALUSTIUS CRISPUS.

First He prayses P. for his Liberality to his Brothers: Then shewes, that he who can repress his appetite, and despise Money, is only a King, only happie.

SALUST, thou Enemie of Gold,

Mettles, which th'Earth hath hoarded, Mould,

Untill with moderate Exercise

Their Colour rise.

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No Age the Name of Pontius smothers,

For being a Father to his Brothers:

Surviving Fame on towring Wings

His Bounty sings.

He that restrains his covetous Soul,

Rules more, then if he should controll

Both Land and Sea; and adde a West-

Indies to th' East.

The cruel Dropsie grows, self-nurst,

The thirst not quencht, till the Cause first

Be purg'd the Veins, and the faint humor

Which made the tumor.

Vertue, That reves what Fortune gave,

Calls crown'd Phraates his Wealth's slave,

And to the Common People teaches

More proper speeches;

Giving a Scepter, and sure Throne,

And unshar'd Palmes to him alone,

That (unconcerned) could behold

Mountains of Gold.

ODE III. To DELLIUS.

That the Minde should not be cast down with Adversitie, nor puft up with Prosperitie: but that We should live merrily, since the Condition of dying is equal to all.

KEep still an equal Minde, not sunk

With storms of adverse chance, not drunk

With sweet Prosperitie,

O Dellius that must die,

Whether thou live still Melancholy,

Or stretcht in a retired Valley;

[Page]Make all thy howers merry

With Bowls of choicest Sherry.

Where the white Poplar and tall Pine,

Their hospitable shadow joyne,

And a soft purling Brook,

With wrigling stream doth crook;

Bid hither Wines and Oyntments bring,

And the too short Sweets of the Spring,

Whilst Wealth and Youth combine,

And the Fates give thee Line.

Thou must forgoe thy purchas'd Seats,

Ev'n that which Golden Tiber wets,

Thou must; and a glad Heyre

Shall revel with thy Care.

If thou be Rich, born of the Race

Of Antient Inachus, or Base

Liest in the street; all's one;

Impartial Death spares none.

All go one way: shak'd is the Pot,

And first or last comes forth thy Lot,

The Pass, by which thou'rt sent

T'Eternall Banishment.

ODE IV. To XANTHIA PHOCEUS.

That he need not be ashamed of being in Love with a Serving-Maid: for that the same had befalln many a grea Man.

TO love a Serving-Maid's no shame;

The white Briseis did enflame

Her Lord Achilles, and yet none

Was prouder knowne.

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Stout Telamonian Ajax prov'd

His Captives Slave; Atrides lov'd

In mid'st of all his Victories

A Girle his Prize:

When the Barbarian side went down,

And Hector's death renderd the Town

Of Troy, more easie to be carried

By Grecians wearied.

Know'st thou from whom faire Phillis springs?

Thou may'st be Son in Law to Kings;

She mourns, as one depos'd by Fate

From Regal State.

Believe't she was not poorly born:

Phoceus, such Faith, so brave a scorn

Of tempting Riches, could not come

From a base wombe.

Her Face, round Arms, and ev'ry Lim

I praise unsmit. Suspect not him,

On whose Loves wilde-fire Age doth throw

It's cooling Snow.

ODE VIII. To BARINE.

That there is no Reason why he should belie [...]e her when she swears: For the Gods revenge not the perjures of handsome Women.

IF any Punishment did follow

Thy Perjurie: if but a hollow

Tooth, or a speckled Naile, thy Vow

Should pass. But thou,

When thou hast bound thy Head with slight

Untwisting Oaths, art fairer by't:

[Page]And like a Comet spread'st thy Rayes,

The Publick gaze.

It boots thee to deceive the Ghost

Of thy dead Mother, and still host

Of Heav'n with their etern Aboads,

And Deathless Gods.

Venus but laughs at what is done,

Her easie Nymphs, and cruel Son,

On Bloody whetstone grinding ever

His burning Quiver.

New Suitors daily are inrold,

New Servants come, nor do the old

Forsake their impious Mistress dore

Which they forswore.

Thee Mothers for their Fillies Dread,

Thee gripple Sires, and Wives new wed,

Least thy bewitching Breath should fray

Their Lords away.

ODE. X. To LICINIUS.

That Mediocritie, and Equality of the Minde in both Fortunes, are to be retained.

THe safest way of Life, is neither

To tempt the Deeps, nor whilst foul weather

You fearfully avoid, too near

The shore to steer.

He that affects the Golden Mean,

Will neither want a house that's clean,

Nor swell unto the place of showres

His envy'd Towres.

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The Tempest doth more often shake

Huge Pines: and lofty Turrets take

The greatest Falls: and Thunder lops

The Mountain Tops.

A Minde which true proportion bears,

In adverse hopes, in prosp'rous fears

The other Lot. Jove Winters brings,

And Jove gives Springs.

It may be well, if now 'tis ill:

Sometimes Apollo with his Quill,

Wakes his dull Harp, and doth not ever

Make use of's Quiver.

In boyst'rous Fortune ply thy Oare,

And tug it stoutly to the shore;

Contract in too auspicious Gales

Thy swelling Sailes.

ODE XIII. To a Tree by whose Fall in his Sabine Villa, he was like to have been slain.

That no man can sufficiently understand what to avoid; from thence he slides into the Praises of Sappho and Alcaeus.

A Planter with a () was Hee

That with unhallowed Hand set thee,

A Trap for the succeeding Race,

And Ignominy of the Place.

He might as well have hang'd his Sire,

Or practis'd all the Poysons dire

Medea temper'd, or have shed

His Guest [...]s blood sleeping in his Bed,

Or if a worse Crime may be found,

As to place thee upon my Ground,

[Page]Unlucky Wood; Thee, stagg'ring Trunk,

To brain thy Master when th'art drunk.

No Man knows truely what to shun.

The Punick Seaman fears to run

Upon some Shelf, but doth not dread

Another Fate over his head:

The Souldier, Shafts, and Parthian Fight:

The Parthian, Chains, and Roman Might▪

But Death had still, and still will have,

A thousand back-ways to the Grave.

How near was I Hell's Jaundied Queen,

And Minos on the Bench t'have seen,

And the describ'd Elysian shades?

And Sappho, of her Countrey-Maids

Complaining on Aeolian Wire?

And thee Alcaeus, with Gold Lyre

In fuller Notes thundring a Fight,

Ratling a Storm, flutt'ring a Flight?

Both (worthy of a sacred Pawse)

The pious Ghosts hear with Applause:

But most the Fights, and Tyrants fears,

The shouldring Throng drink with their Ears.

What wonder, when th' infernall Hound,

With three Heads, Listens to that sound?

The Furies snakes their Curles unknit,

Nor finde Revenge so sweet as it.

'Tis Play-day too, with Pelop's Sire:

An [...] Him that stole from Heav'n the Fire.

Orion ev'n his Hunting leaves,

And greater pleasure thence receives.

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ODE XIV. To POSTHUMUS.

That Death cannot be avoided.

AH Posthumus! the years of man

Slide on with winged Pace, nor can

Vertue reprieve her Friend

From wrinkles, age, and end.

Not, though thou bribe with daily Blood

Sterne Dis, who with the Stygian Flood

Doth Gerion surround,

And Titius Acres bound.

Sad Flood, which we must Ferry all

That feed upon this Earthly Ball,

From the King to the Poor

Beggar that howle at Door.

In vain avoid we Mars 'his Fury,

And breaking Waves that kill and bury:

In vain the sickly Falls,

Fruitfull of Funerals.

Visit we must the Sootie shore

Of dull Cocytus, th' empty store,

Of Daunus wicked Stock,

And Sisyphs restless Rock.

Thou must forgoe thy Lands and Goods,

And pleasing Wife: Nor of thy Woods

Shall any follow thee,

But the sad Cypress Tree.

Thy worthier Heire shall then carowse

Thy hoarded Wines, and wash the House

With better Sack, then that

Which makes the Abbots fat.

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ODE XV.

Against the Luxury of his Age.

OUr Princely Piles will shortly leave

But little Land for Ploughs to cleave:

Ponds out-stretch Lucrine Shores,

Unmarried Sycamores

Supplant the Elmes. The Vi'let, Rose,

With all the junkets of the Nose,

Perfume the Olive-Yards,

Which fed their former Lords:

And Daphne twists her Limbs to shun

The Sons rude Courtship. Not so done

By Cato's Precedent,

And the old Reglement.

Great was the Commonwealth alone;

The Private small. No wide Balcon

Measur'd with privat square

Gap'd for the Norths cool Aire.

Nor the next Turf might Men reject:

Bid at the Publick Charge t' erect

Temples and Towns, alone,

Of Beautifull new Stone.

ODE XVI. To GROSPHUS.

That Tranquillitie of the Minde is wisht by all: But that the same is not purchased by heaping up Riches, or obtaining Honors, but by brid'ling the desires.

QƲiet! the trembling Merchant cries,

Into Egean Seas driv'n far;

[Page]When the Moon winks, and he descries

No guiding Star.

Quiet! in War the Thracian bold;

Quiet! the Medes with Quivers dight;

Not to be bought with Gems, nor Gold,

Nor Purple bright.

For 'Tis not Wealth, nor armed Troops,

Can Tumults of the Minde remove,

And Cares, which about fretted Roofs

Hover above.

His Little's much, whose thrifty Board

Shines with a salt that was his Sire's:

Whose easie sleeps nor fears disturb,

Nor base desires.

Why in short Life eternall Care?

Why Changing for another Sun?

Who, having shun'd his native Aire,

Himself could shun?

Take horse, rude Care will ride behind;

Embarque, into thy ship she crouds:

Fleeter them Stags, and the East-wind

Chasing the Clouds.

Let Minds of any joy possest,

Sweeten with that whatever gall

Is mixt. No soul that ere was blest,

Was blest in all.

The fam'd Achilles timeless di'd,

Old Tython did his Bliss out-live:

And Chance, what she to thee deni'd,

To me may give.

A hundred Flocks about thee bleat,

And fair Sicilian Heifers lowe;

To thee large neighing Mares Curvete:

In scarlet thou,

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Twice-dipt, art clad. Indulgent fate

Gave me a Graunge; a Versing veine;

A Heart which (injur'd) cannot hate,

But can disdaine.

ODE XVII. To MAECENAS Sick.

That he will not live after him.

WHY doest thou talk of dying so?

Neither the Gods, Nor I'm content,

Maecenas, that thou first shouldst go,

My Pillar and great Ornament.

If Thee, the one half of my Soul,

A riper Fate snatch hence: Alas!

What should I stay for, neither whole,

And but the Dregs of what I was?

That day shall end Us both: Come, come,

I've sworn't; and will not break it neither:

March when thou wilt to thy long Home,

That journey We will make together.

Chimaera's Flames, nor (were he rise

Again) Briareus hundred hands,

Should keep Me back. 'Tis Justice, This:

And in the Book of Fate it stands.

Were I or under Libra born,

Or Scorpio my Ascendent bee

With grimm Aspect, or Capricorn

(The Tyrant of the Latian Sea:)

Our Stars do wondrously consent.

Benigner Jove repriev'd thy Breath

When Saturn was malevolent,

And clipt the hasty wings of Death,

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In frequent Theater when Thee

Thrice the rejoycing People clapt,

A falling Trunk had brained Mee,

Between if Faunus had not stept,

The Gardian of Mercurial Men.

Pay thou an ample Sacrifice,

And build the Chappel thou vowd'st then:

For Me an humble Lamkin dies.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS THIRD BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE I.

That a happy man is not made by Riches or Honors, but by tranquillity of the Minde.

I Hate lay-Vulgar: make no noyse,

Room for a Priest of Helicon:

I sing to noble Girles and Boyes

Such Verses as were never known.

Fear'd Kings command on their own Ground;

The King commanding Kings is Jove:

Whose Arme the Gyants did confound,

Whose aweful Brow doth all things move.

One Man may be a greater Lord

Of Land then other: This may show

A nobler Pedegree: A Third

In Parts and Fame may both outgo:

A fourth in Clyents outvye All.

Necessity in a vast Pot

Shuffling the names of great and small,

Draws every one's impartial Lot.

Over whose Head hangs a

This alludes to the known Story of Dionysius the Syracusian Tyrant, and D [...]mocles one of his Flatterers: The scope thereof being to declare that no man can be truely called happy, who [...] hath any terror hanging over his head.

drawn sword,

Him cannot please a Royal Feast:

Nor Melody of Lute, or Bird,

Give to his Eyes their wonted Rest.

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Sleep, gentle sleep, scorns not the poor

Abiding of the Ploughman: Loves

By sides of Rivers shades obscure:

And rockt with West-Windes, Tempe Groves.

That Man to whom enough's enough,

Nor raging Seas trouble his Head,

Nor fell Acturus setting rough,

Nor Fury of the rising Kid:

Not Hail-smit Vines and Years of Dearth;

Sometimes the too much wet in fault,

Sometimes the Stars that broyl the Earth,

Sometimes the Winter that was nought.

The Fish fear stifling in the Sea,

Damm'd up. The Master-builder and

His Men, the Land-sick Lord too, Hee

Throws Rubbish in with His own hand.

But Fear, and dangers haunt the Lord

Into all Places: and black Care

Behinde him rides: or, if on Board

A Ship, 'tis his Companion there.

If Marble keep not Feavers out,

Nor Purple Rayment help the Blinde,

Nor Persian Oyntments cure the Gout,

Nor Massique Wines a troubled Minde:

With envied Posts in Fashion strange

Why should I raise a Stately Pile?

My Sabine vale why should I change

For Wealth accompani'd with Toyle.

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ODE III.

A Speech of Juno at the Councel of the Gods, concerning the ending of the War of Troy, and the beginning which the Roman Empire should take from the Trojans.

AN Honest and Resolved Man,

Neither a People's Tumults can,

Neither a Tyrant's indignation,

Un-center from his fast foundation;

Nor Storms that from the bottome move

The Adrian Sea, nor Thundring Jove:

If the crackt Orbes would split, and fall,

Crush him they would, but not appall.

Pollux, and wandring Hercules,

Gain'd Heaven by such ways as these:

Mongst whom Augustus, leaning, sipps

Immortal Nectar with red lipps.

This way deserving Bacchus clombe

The high Olympus, with his own

Tam'd Tygers, which Ambrosia feed;

And Romulus on Mars his steed:

Pleas'd Juno speaking a good word

On his behalf, at Councel Boord.

Troy, Troy, (through mine, and Pallas grudge)

A fatal and adultrous Judge,

And forraign woman overthrew,

With its false King and damned Crew,

Because Laomedon forsook

The Gods, and brake the Oath he took,

The Spartan Strumpet's famous Guest

Is now no more jewel'd and drest:

No more doth Priam's perjur'd House

Resist bold Greeks by Hector's Prowes:

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And Wars, which I inflam'd, are done.

My Wrath then, and the Trojan Nun

's Ahhorr'd Off-spring, Here I give

To his Father Mars. That He should live

In Bowres of light, suck Nectar-Bowles,

And be transcrib'd into the Rolls

Of quiet Gods, I will abide.

So long as spacious Seas divide

Ilium and Rome; so long as Beasts

On Priamus and Paris Breasts

Insult, and (undisturb'd) the Wild

Whelp in their Tombes; Let the Exil'd

Reign, Great, in any other Land:

The Capitol refulgent stand:

And awful Rome with sev'n proud Heads

Give Laws to the triumphed Medes:

Rowzing her self let her extend

Her dreadful Name to the Worlds End:

Where mid-land Seas part Affricks soyle

From Europe, to the Floods of Nyle;

More Valiant to despise hid Gold

(Which wisely Nature did withhold)

Then force it to Man's use, by Sack

Of Temples, or by Nature's Rack

What ever Corner would impeach

Her Progress, That, let her sword reach:

Visit the Stores of Snow and Hail,

And where excessive Heats prevail.

Yet Warlike Romans destinie

On this condition I decree,

That they (too pious, and grown high)

Shall not rebuild their Mother [...]roy.

With Troy, Troy's Fate shall be reviv'd,

And all her ominous Birds retriv'd,

When second Wars Our self will Move,

The Sister and the Wife of Jove.

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If Phoebu's Harpe a Brasen Wall

Should Thrice erect, Thrice it should fall

(Raz'd by my Greeks) The Wife, in chain,

Thrice mourn her Sons and Husbands slain.

But whether saucy Muse? These things

Agree not with the Lute's soft Strings.

The words of Gods cease to repeat,

And with small Voice matters so Great.

ODE IV.

The Poet saith that he hath been delivered from many dangers by the help of the Muses: and that it hath gone ill with all who have attempted any thing against the Gods.

DEscend Thalia with a Song

From Heav'n; my Queen, I'de have it long

To the shril Pipe or to the Flute,

The Viol or Apollo's Lute.

Do'st hear? Or do I sweetly rave?

I hear in yonder Trees, which wave,

Thy rustling Robe, and in that Spring

The tuning of thy Silver String.

Me, am'rous Turtles (Poets Theam)

As by my native Aufid's Stream,

A Child opprest with sleep and play,

Under a Mountain side I lay,

Fearless (for what hath he to fear,

Who from his Birth was Heavens care?)

With sacred Bayes and Mirtle Boughs

On which no Beast did ever browse,

Covered, least Snake or ugly Beare

Should do me hurt as I slept there.

[Page]Which set the neighb'ring Fields at Gaze,

As wondering what should be the cause.

Whether I mount the Sabine hill,

Or with cold Springs Preneste chill,

Or Me the healing Bath allures;

Where ere I am: Muses, I'me Yours.

Friend to your Springs, with your Songs rapt,

At lost Philippi Field I scap't;

The fall of my own cursed Tree:

And Shipwrack in Sicilian Sea.

Go you with Me, I'le (dreadless) try

The Bosphorus that threats the Sky,

And (travailing) defie the thirst-

y Sirian Sands to do their worst.

Visit the Brittons, fierce to strangers,

The horse-fed Thracians bloody Mangers,

The Scythians whom no Sun doth warm:

And none of them shall do me harm.

Great Caesar you with Martial Toile

Tyr'd out, and glad to breath a while

In Winter Quarters with his Men,

Refresh in the Pierian Den.

You give him mild advice: And well,

From you, he takes it. We can tell,

The Giants selves for all their Troop

Of monstrous Bulkes, were Thunder-strooke

By him that Townes, and dreary Ghosts,

Immortal Gods, and mortal Hoasts,

The Stupid Earth, and restless Maine,

Doth Govern with one equal raign.

The horrid Band, and Brotherhood,

Who (whilst upon their terms they stood)

Pelion to heap on Ossa strove,

Gave not a little care to Jove.

But what could Mimas, and the strong

Typhaeus, what Porphyrion long,

[...]

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[Page]What Rhaecus, and with hurled Trunk

(Torn up by th' roots) the fury-drunk

Enceladus, rushing against

Minerva's ringing Shield advanc't?

Here the devouring Vulcan stood,

There Matron Juno, and the God

That never [...]ays his Quiver by,

Rathes in pure dewes of Castaly

His dangling locks, haunts Delian woods,

Patros, and Rhodes, and Xanthus Floods.

Uncounceld force with his own weight

Is crusht; a force that's temperate

Heav'n it self helps: and hates no less

Strength that provokes to wickedness.

This truth Orion understands,

And Gyges with the hundred hands:

He, purposing chast Dian's Rape,

Could not her Virgin Arrowes scape.

The Earth on her own Monsters throwne

(Thunderd to endless Night) doth grone

Over her Sons: Aetna doth rore,

Burning, and not consum'd. No more

Can Tityu's Heart in Vulter's Clawe

Or wast it self, or fill her Mawe.

Offended Proserpine restraines

Perithous in three hundred Chaines.

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ODE V.

The Praises of Augustus, the dishonour of Crassus, the constancy of Regulus, and his return to the Carthaginians.

IOVE governs Heaven with his Nod:

Augustus is the Earthly God;

Bold Brittons to the Empire bow'd,

And Persians, with late Trophies prowd.

Could Crassus Soldier lead his life

Yoakt basely with a barbarous Wife?

And with Foe Father-in-law grow gray

In Arms, under a Medians Pay,

(O Fathers! And degenerate shame!)

His Blood forgotten and his Name,

Eternal Vesta, and the Gowne,

Whilst there was yet a Jove, and Rome!

This fear'd wise Regulus his mind,

And so the base Accord declin'd,

Weighing the Consequence, unless

The Captive Youth died pittyless.

I saw (quoth He) Our Ensignes stuck [...]

In Punick Fanes, without a stroke

Soldjers disarmed, Citizens

Their free hands bound behind with Chaines.

And the Ports open, and that Field

Which Romans had incampt on, till'd.

All This I saw. Redeem'd with Gold

They'l grow, belike, in fight more bold.

Buy not Iniquity. As (staine

White wool) 'twill never white again:

So, if true Vertue fall, despair

To stop her till the lowest stair.

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A Hind out of the Tramels free,

And make her fight then so will He

That rendred to a faithles Foe,

And Carthaginians overthrow

In second War; That tamely took

The laso, and (Death but named) shook

Why these (forgetting whence they came)

Confounded War with Peace. O shame!

Great Carthage! Thou haest overcome

The Vertue (more then Troops) of Rome.

His chast Wife's kiss, and his small Fry

Of Babes, he's said to have put by

(As being a slave) and not t' have took

From Earth his sterne and manly look:

Till he th' unwilling Senate brought

To Vote the Thing that he had sought:

Then through his weeping Friends he went

Into a glorious Banishment,

Though well he knew what Torments were

Ready prepared for him there

By Barb'rous Men. Yet brake through all

His Kindred, and the Crowded Hall

To beg of him He would not go,

No otherwise then He would do

From Clyents Swarms, after the end

Of a long Tearm going to spend

In sweet Campania the Vacation,

And give his mind some Relaxation.

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To A [...]TERIE. ODE VII.

He comforts her, being sad and sollicitous for the absence of her Husband.

ASTERIE, why dost thou mourn

For Gyges, shortly to return

On wings of Vernal air,

Rich in Sicilian Ware.

More Rich in Faith? He by a Blast

After long Storms on Epire cast

His widowd Nights steeps there

In many a watchful Tear [...].

Yet Chloe's subtil Messenger

Shewing what sighs it pulls from Her▪

Whilst in thy Flame she fryes,

A thousand waies Him tryes.

She tells how the fals Woman wrought

On credulous Pretus, till she brought

A cruel Death upon

Too chast Bellerophon.

Of Peleus neer his fatal hower

Whilst He shuns Love: that's arm'd with Power

And (cunning) rakes from Dust

All Precedents for Lust.

In vain. For Deaf as Rocks to Prayre

He's yet unmov'd. But take thou Care

Enipeus at next Door

Do not thy love procure.

Though none with better skill be seen

To weild a Horse in Mars his green:

No [...] with more active Limbs

In Tiber's Channel swims.

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Shut to thy Gate before it darken,

Nor to his whining Musick hearken:

And though he still complain

Thou'rt hard, still hard remain.

ODE. IX.

A Dialogue of Love and Jealousie, betwixt Horace and Lydia.

HO.

WHilst I possest thy love, free from alarms,

The Original of this [...]de is that which Sealige [...] writes [...] had rather have been the Author of▪ then to be King of Persia.

Nor any Youth more acceptable Arms

About thy Alablaster Neck did fling:

I liv'd more happy then the Persian King.

LY.

Whilst Thou adord'st not more another face,

Nor unto Chloe Lydia gave place;

I Lydia, (soaring on the wings of Fame)

Eclipst the Roman Ilia with my Name.

HO.

Me, Thracian Chloe now, rules Absolute,

Skill'd in sweet Layes, and peerless at her Lute▪

For whom to die I would not be afraid,

If Fates would spare me the surviving Maid.

LY.

Me, Calys (rich Ornitho's Heir) doth scorch

With a reciprocal and equal Torch:

For whom I would indure to die twice over,

If Fates would spare me my surviving Lover.

HO.

What if old Venus should her Doves revoke,

And curb Us (stubborn) to her brazen Yoke:

If bright-trest Chloe, I would henceforth hate,

And to excluded Lydia ope the Gate?

LY.

Though He be fairer then the morning Star;

Thou, lighter then a Cork, and madder far

Then the vext Ocean, when it threats the Skye:

With Thee I'de (gladly) Live; I'de (willing) Dye.

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ODE XI. To MERCURY.

That he would dictate to him a Song, wherewith t [...] bend Lyde. The Fable of Danaus Daughters.

O MERCURY) for taught by you

Deaf stones by th' Ears Amphion drew)

And Shell, whose hollow Belly rings

With seven Strings:

Once mute and graceless, now the Tongue

Of Feasts and Temples: lend me a song

To thrid the maze of Lyde's prayre-

Resisting Eare.

Who like a three years Colt doth fetch

A hundred Rings, and's hard to catch:

Free from a Husband, and not fit

For backing yet.

Thou mak'st stiffe Forrests march, retreate

Prone Rivers: Cerberus the Great

Porter of Hell to Thee gave way

Stroak'd with a Lay,

Though with a hundred snakes he cur [...]e

His head, and from his nostrils hurle

A filthy stream, which all bedrops

His triple Chops.

Ixion too with a forc't smile

Did grin. The Tubs stood dry a while,

Whilst with thy musick thou didst please

The B [...]lid [...]s.

Tell Lyde That: That Virgin-slaughter,

And famous Torment, the vain water

Coozning their Urnes through thousand drains,

And posthume pains▪

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For cruel Maides laid up in store,

Cruel. For what could they do more,

That could with unrelenting Steel

Their Lovers kill?

One onely worthy Hymens Flame,

And worthy of Immortal Fame,

Her perjur'd Father (pious Child)

Bravely beguild:

Who said to her young Husband; Wake,

Least an Eternal sleep thou take

Whence least thou look'st: deceive my Sire,

And Sisters dire,

Who like so many Tigers tear

(Alas!) the Prey: I (tenderer)

Will neither slay, nor keep thee thus

I'th Slaughter House.

Me let my Savage Father chain

Because my Husband is unslain,

Or into farthest Africa

Ship me away.

By Land or Sea take thou thy flight,

Cov'red with wings of Love and Night:

Go, go, and write when thou art safe

My Epitaph.

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ODE XVI. To MAECENAS.

That all thing flye open to Gold. Yet Horace is contented with his own Condition, in which [...]e lives happy.

DANAE in Brazen Towre immur'd,

From night-adultrers, Doors barr'd,

And of fierce Doggs a constant Ward

Would have sufficiently secur'd,

If Jove and Venus had not fool'd

The Gaoler of the Cloystred Maid,

(Though of his own shadow afraid)

Turning his Godship into Gold.

Gold, loves to break through armed Guards,

And Castles that are Thunder-proof.

The Grecian Augur's sacred Roof

Was undermined by rewards.

Gifts, were the Macedon's Petar,

With which he blew up City-Gates,

Subverted Rival Kings and States,

And laid aboard their Men of War.

With growing riches cares augment,

And thirst of greater. I did well

[...]o shrink my head into my shell,

Maecenas, Knight-hoods Ornament.

The more a man t' himself denies,

The more indulgent Heav'n bestowes.

Let them that will side with the [...]'s:

I'me with the Partie of the No's.

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A greater Lord of a small store,

Then if the fruitful Crops of all

Appulia I mine own did call:

In mid'st of so much Plenty Poor.

My little Wood, and my pure Stream,

And corn that never failes; makes me

A Man more truely blest, then he

That wears rich Affrick's Diadem.

Though neither Corsick Bees produce

Honey to Me, Nor Clothing fine

Segovian Flocks: Nor Massick Wine

Mellow in Barrels for my use:

Yet Pinching Povertie's away.

Nor, wisht I more, wouldst Thou deny't.

Who, with contracted Appetite

May easier my Tribute pay,

Then if deputed Egypts King.

Large issues follow large supplies.

He, to whom Heav'n nothing denies,

Owes an Account of every Thing,

ODE XXIV.

He inveighs against covetous men, who continually joyn Houses to Houses, Building in the very Sea it self: when in the mean time no buildings can free them from the necessity of dying. He saith the Scythians are happy who draw their Houses in Waggons, and till the Fields in Common. Moreover, denies that corruption of Manners, and license of sinning to be amongst these, which is amongst the Romans. But for the rooting out of these Evils, together with the depraved desire of increasing Riches, affirms there is need of a more rigid Discipline.

THough richer then unpoll'd

Arabian wealth, and Indian Gold,

[Page]Thou with thy works shouldst drain

The Tyrrhene and whole Pontick Main;

Thou couldst not, when Death layes

On Thee his Adamantine Mace,

Thy Minde from terrour free,

Nor Body from Mortality.

Wiser the Scythians,

Whose Houses run on wheels like waines;

And frozen Getes, whose field

Unbounded doth free Ceres yeeld:

Nor is't the custome there,

To sow a land above a year;

And when that Crop is borne,

The rest relieve it each by turne.

There women mingle not

For Son-in-Laws a poyson▪d pot;

Nor Govern: on their Dow'r

Presuming, or Adultrers pow'r.

Their Dow'r's To be well bred:

And Chastity flying the bed

Of others, their own trust

Perswading, and the price of Lust.

Oh! he that would asswage

Our blood-shed and intestine rage,

If he would written have

His Countries Father on his Grave;

Let him not fear t' oppose

Unbridled Licence to the Nose:

So shall he gain great praise

In after times; since (wo the daies!)

We envy living worth,

But miss it when its laid in Earth.

For what do our Laws stand,

If punishment weed not the Land?

What serves vain Preaching for,

Which cannot cure our lives? If nor

[Page]Those Lands which flames imbrace;

Nor where the Neighb ring Boreas,

Shuts up the Ports with cold,

And snows fast nayld to the free-hold,

The Mariner repel?

If crafty Merchants learn to quell

The horridst Seas? the fear

Of that crime (Want) making them bear,

And do all things, and balke

Severer vertues narrow walke.

Would Heaven wee'd carry all

Our wealth into the Capital!

Or in the next Sea duck

Our Jewels and pernicious muck,

Fewel of all that's naught!

If we repent us as we ought,

Strike at the root of ills;

And mould we our too plyant wills

To rougher Arts: the Child

Of Noble Linage cannot wield

A bounding Horse of War,

Nay fears to hunt, more skill'd by far

To stride off the Greek bowle,

Or the forbidden Dice to trowle,

The whilst his perjur'd Father

Deceives his Partners trust, to gather

For one that hath no wit.

So ill got wealth grows fast, and yet

Something still short doth come,

To make it up An even Summe.

ODE XXVII. To GALATEA going to Sea.

He deters Her principally by the example of Europa.

LET ill presages guide the Ill,

A screeching Owle, or from a Hill

[Page]A She-wolf mad upon the Flocks,

Or pregant Fox.

And a Snake shaft-like shot athwar [...]

Their Horses way to make them star [...],

Their Journey stop. What place is here

For provident Fear?

Before the Tempest boading foul

Descend into the standing Pool,

My prayre shal from the Orient steer

The Kings Fisher.

Be blest, wherever thou wouldst be,

And Galatea think of me;

No ominous Pye thy Steps revoakes,

No Raven croakes.

Yet pale Orion sad descends:

I know too well what i [...] portends

When black I see the Adriatick,

Or white th' Japick,

Let our Foes wives, and all they love

The rising Kids blind Anger prove,

And the vext Ocean when it roare [...]

Lashing the shores.

Europa so, trusting her soft

Side to the ticing Bull, skreekt oft,

The Rocks and Monsters to behold,

Though she was bold.

She that late pickt sweet flowers in Medes,

And wove meet Garlands for Nymphs heads,

In a clear night could nothing spy

But Sea and Sky.

In populous Crete arriv'd soon after,

O Sire (quoth she) left by thy Daughter

And duty in my feeble brest

By Love opprest;

Whence, whether rapt? O [...] de [...]th' [...] too small

To expiate a Virgins fall.

[Page]Do I (awake) true Crimes lamene,

Or (Innocent)

Doth some false Dream put me in pain?

Was't better through the horrid main

To rove far off: or with my Father

Fresh Flowrs to gather?

Had I that naughty Bull now here,

How with my nailes I could him tear,

And break the Horns about that Pate,

So lov'd of late!

Shameless I left my Sire's Aboads:

Shameless I pawse on death, ye Gods,

(If any hear) show me the way

Where Lions stray,

Ere my fair skin grow tand and loose,

And of the tender prey the juice

Run out; whilst I am plump I wou'd

Be Tigers food.

Dye base Europa (whispers me

My Sire) behold yon be [...]kning tree!

The zone from thy chaste waste unknit

To thy neck fit.

Or if sharpe Rocks delight for speed,

This hanging Cliff will do the deed:

Ʋnless (being come of Royal Kin)

Th'adst rather spin,

And be a barbrous Mistris Thrall,

Her Husband's Trull. Venus heard all

And Cupid falsely laughing now

with unbent Bow;

At length she said, This rage forbear;

That naughty Bull thou shalt have here:

Prepare thy self'gainst he returns

To break his Horns.

Jove is thy Bull. These fountains dry;

Learn to use greatness moderately.

[Page]Thy Thirds oth' World shall called be

Europe from thee.

ODE XXIX. To MAECENAS.

He invites him to a merry supper, laying aside publick Cares.

OFF-spring of Tyrrhene Kings; I have,

Waiting thy leisure in my Cave,

Of Mellow Wine an unbroacht But,

With Spicknard and Rose buds, to put

Upon thy Haire. Break off delay:

Do not moist Tibur still survay,

And Aesula's declining Hill,

And his that did his Father kill.

Leave fulsome plenty, and thy proud

Palace whose head is in a cloud:

Respite the love of smoak, and noys,

And all that wealthy Rome enjoyes.

Rich men are mostly pleas'd with change,

And cleanly meales in a poor grange,

Whithout their Tapestries, unplough

The Furroughs of a careful Brow.

Andromed now peeps with his star,

Now Procyon shews the Dog not far,

He barkes, and Phaebus kindling Raies

Haste to bring back the sultry daies.

The Shepherd now with his faint Flock

Looks, panting, for a gushing Rock,

The horrors of a gloomy wood;

And no Air stirs to crispe the Flood.

Thou mind'st affaires of State and (fraugh,

With fears for Rome) busiest thy thought

[Page]What Scythians, what the Bactrians think,

And those that distant Tanais drink.

Wise God hath wrapt in a thick cloud

What is to come: and laughs aloud

When Mortals fear more then their share.

Things present manage with due care:

The rest are carried like a stream,

Which now runs calm as any dream

Into the Tyrrhene Sea; anon

(Beyond all limits overflown)

Sweeps with it houses, herds, and flocks,

And Trees intire, and broken rocks,

Making the woods and mountains roar.

That man has happiness in store

For a hard winter, that can say

Unto his Soul, I liv'd to day.

Tomorrow let it shine, or rain,

Yet cannot this the past make vain,

Nor uncreate and render void

That which was yesterday injoy'd.

Fortune that knows the Mistris part

To use her servants with proud Art,

Her fickle favours now bestows

On Me, now on Another throwes.

If she stay, best: If she will pack,

I give her all her presents back,

(Like Wooers when a match is broke)

And wrapping Me in my old Cloke,

My Vertue, marry the next hower

Chast Poverty without a Dower.

When North Winds bellow, 'tis not I

Run scar'd to wretched pray'rs, and cry

Let not my Spice, my Silkes increase

The Riches of the greedy Seas.

When Men may be in Oars convayde

Through Pontick storms, then I wil trade.

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ODE XXX.

By Writing Lyricks he saith he hath provided bettter for the immortality of his Name, then if He had procured Brazen Statues, and Pyramides to be erected to him. And intimates that His chief praise would be, that he was the first of the Latins who in this kinde of Verse intimated the Greeks.

A Work out-lasting Brass, and higher

Then Regal Pyramid's proud Spire,

I have absolv'd. Which storming Winds,

The Sea that Turrets undermines,

Tract of innumerable daies,

Nor the rout of Times can raze.

Totally I shall not dye,

And much of me the Grave shall flye.

Posterity my name shall boast,

When Rome her self in Rome is lost.

Where like a King loud Aufid reigns,

Where Daunus (poor in Stream) complains

To neighb'ring Clowns: I shall be sed

The Man, that from an humble head

T'a Torrent swoln did first inspire

A Roman Soul in Grecian Lire.

I labour with deserved praise:

Crown, Crown Me (willing Muse) with Baies.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS FOƲRTH BOOK OF SONGS.

ODE II. To Antonius Julus, the Son of Mark Anthony the Triumvir.

That it is dangerous to imitate the ancient Poets.

WHo thinks to equal Pindar, tryes

With waxen wings to reach the skyes,

Like him that (falling) a name gave

T' his watry grave.

As a proud stream that swoln with rain

Comes pouring down the hils amain,

So Pindar Flowes, and fears no drouth,

such his deep mouth:

Worthy the Bayes, whither he powre

From unexhausted Springs a showre

Of lawless Dytherambs, and Thunders

In bolder Numbers:

Or sings of Gods, and Heroes (seed

Of Gods) whose just swords did outweed

[Page]The Centaures, and Chimera stout

Her flames put out:

Or moruns some Youth, from his sad Spouse

Unkindly torn, whose strength and prowes

And golden minde he lifts to th' sky,

And lets not dye.

This Theban Swan, when he will sing

Among the Clouds, raises his wing

On a stiff Gale. I like the Bee

Of Calabrie,

Which (toyling) sucks beloved Flowers

About the Thymie Groves, and Skowrs

Of Fount-full Tibur, frame a terse

But humble Verse.

Thou Anthony in higher strains

Chaunt Caesar, when he leads in Chains

Fierce Germans, his victorious Browes

Crown'd with Bay-boughs.

Then whom a greater Thing, or good,

Heav'n hath not lent the Earth, nor shou'd

Though it refin'd the Age to th' old

Suturnian Gold.

Thou shalt sing too the publick playes

For his return, and Holy-dayes

For our prayers heard, and wrangling pleas

Bound to the peace.

Then I (if I may then be heard)

Happy in my restored Lord,

Will joyn ith' close, and ô! (Ile say)

O Sunshine day!

And (thou proceeding) wee'll all sing,

Jo, Triumph! And Agin

Jo, Triumph! At each Turning

Incense burning.

A Hecatomb's requir'd of Thee,

And weaned Calf excuses Me,

[Page]In high grass fat and frisking now:

To pay my Vow.

Resembled in whose shining Horns

Th'increasing Moon his Brow adorns;

Save a white Feather in his head

All Sorrel red.

ODE III. To MELPOMENE.

That he is born to Poetry, and by the benefit thereof hath obtained immortality and glory.

VVHom thou Melpomene

Hast smil'd on in his Infancie,

Him neither Isthmian Game

Shall ever for a wrestler fame;

Nor stout Olympick steeds

Victorious draw: nor Martial deeds

Shew to the Capital

A Lawrel-Crowned General

For taming Kings: but floods

Which wash rich Tibur, and green woods

Their bushy locks grown long,

Make big with an Aeolian song.

Queen Rome hath voted me

Of her own sacred Quire to be,

Where sweet-tongu'd Poets sing;

And now I fear not envies sting.

O Muse! Whose sugard words

Are married to the golden Chords:

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Who, if thou touch their tongues,

Giv'st to mute fishes swan-like songs:

'Tis (all) thy Boon, that I

Am pointed at as I pass by

Romes Lyrick: thine it is,

I live, and please, if I do This.

ODE IV.

He celebrates the Victories of Drusus Nero (who was Son-inlaw to Augustus Caesar) over the Rhoetians and Vindelicians. Also commemorates certain valiant deeds of Claudius Nero.

AS th' Armor-Bearer of great Jove

(Made King of all that soars above

For stealing him from Troy

The

Ganymed.

yellow tressed Boy)

Youth whilom and his native courage

Drew from his nest ere he could forage:

And now soft winds (being fair)

Teach him to form ith' Air

Unwonted steps: Anon more bold

With hostile force assaults a fold;

Resisting snakes anon

For fight and prey sets on:

Or such as Kids a Lion view

From tawny mother weaned new,

Ready in Pastures sweet

To hansel his first Teeth:

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Such Rhetians did behold and fly

Drusus beneath the Alpes, who why

They carry at their backs

An Amazonian Ax,

I list not to determine here:

Perhaps nor can. But this is clear

Their long Victorious Bands

Subdu'd by a Boy's hands,

Felt what a minde right got, and true-

Bred under lucky roofs could do,

What Caesar's Fatherly

Care of the Claudij.

A valiant man gets men of spirit;

Ev'n Beasts their fathers minds inherit;

Nor doth the Bird of Jove

Get a degenerous Dove.

But Learning inward strength thrusts forth,

And Princely breeding confirms worth:

Still where good precepts want

Good Plants turn recreant.

What unto Nero's, ROME thou ow'st,

Speak Alpes, and Asdrubal's red Ghost,

And that bright day to Thee

The black Clouds made to flee:

The first, since the dire African

Through the Italian Cities ran

Like fire through Piny Woods,

Or storms on Thuscan Floods.

Thenceforth thy Youth with prosperous pains

Still grew; and thy religious Fanes,

Sackt by the Punick sword,

Had their chac'd Gods restor'd;

And perjur'd Hannibal 'gan say

At length; Poor Sheep (of Wolves the prey)

We worry, whom to fly

Is a great Victory.

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The Nation that through flames of Troy,

And Tyrrhene Billows did convoy

Their Gods, and Babes, and hoare

Sires, to th' Ausonian Shore,

Like a dark Oak on the rich top

Of Algidum, which Hatchets lop,

Growes by its loss, and takes

Strength from the very Axe.

Not mangled Hydra more increast

Ʋnder Alcides, nor that Beast

Jason, or he subdu'd

Of Thebes, more lives renew'd.

Plunge them ith' Sea; they swim (fresh) out:

Foyle them, with doubled force they'l rout

The Conquerour: and fight

As in a Mistris sight.

Now shall I send no more proud Posts

To joyful Carthage. Lost, O! Lost's

(Now Asdrubal is slain)

The Glory of our Name.

What is't but Neros can effect,

Whom Heav'ns with prosperous Stars protect,

And their own prudent care

Clews through the Maze of War.

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ODE V. To AUGUSTUS.

That he would at length return to the City. Describes the peace and happiness which Italy injoyed under his Government.

HEav'ns choicest gift, Rome's greatest stay,

Now thou art too too long away:

The holy Senate urge thy word

For soon Return, Return. Afford,

Like day, thy presence; like the spring

Give a new life to every thing:

The first (good Prince) our night will chace,

The second will prolong our daies.

As a fond Mother for her son,

Whom, having over Seas been gon

Above a year, the envious wind

Keeps back from her embraces kind;

And now she eyes the Vane, and prayes,

And from the crooked shore doth gaze:

So, with a loyal Passion strook,

The People for their Caesar look.

For now the Oxen walk in Peace:

Corn, and white Innocence increase:

The cleared Main the Sea-men Sail:

Faith promises, and dares not fail:

The married bed unsoil'd remains,

Custom and law preventing stains:

Babes, like the Father, praise the Mother:

Punishment is Sin's Twin-Brother?

Who fears cold Scythians? Who, the Medes?

Fierce Sons of Germany who dreads▪

[Page]Whilst Caesar doth in safety raign,

Who is afraid of Wars with Spain?

Each man his proper field doth till,

And hides the Sun behinde his Hill:

Returning then to sup with Glee,

His second course is praising Thee,

For Thee he prayes, to Thee propines,

Thee with his Houshold Gods he joynes,

As, for like reason, thankful Greece

Did Castor and great Hercules.

Long last these Golden Holy dayes!

Thus Italy for thy life prayes:

Sprinkled at night, not chang'd at Morn,

When to dry labour they return.

ODE VII. To L. MANLIUS TORQUATUS.

Proposing the arrival of the Spring, and the equal necessity to all men of dying, without hopes of living again, and proposing likewise the change and Vicissitude of all things, he invites to lead a merry and pleasant life.

THe Snows are thaw'd, now grass new cloaths the earth,

This Ode hath a ta [...] of that Heresie, which being sprinkled in other paris of Horace, He recants in the 34. Ode of the first Book of Songs, and wherein he is generally [...]oluded to have followed the Sect of the Epicureans; though for Epicurus himse [...]f, he disavows the Doctrine in an Epistle by him written to Herodotus, in which [...]e saith as followeth: Viz. When we affirm pleasure to he the chief Good, we intend not the pleasures of Luxurions men, nor those which are placed in the Taste, (as some either ignorantly mistaking, or maliciously wresting our words do suppose) But not to feel pain in the Body, and to enjoy Tranquillity of the [...]d [...] and freedom from pertubations, we affirm to be that good. For not eating and drinking, not en [...]oyment of women and boyes, not the use of [...] and other delicates which a more exquisite Table affords, beget a sweet life▪

And Trees new hair thrust forth.

The Season's chang'd, and Brooks late swoln with rain,

Their proper bankes contain.

Nymphs with the Graces (linkt) dare dance around

Naked upon the ground.

That thou must dye, the year and howers say

Which draw the winged day.

First Spring, then Summer that away doth chace,

And must it self give place

[Page]To Apple-bearing Autumne, and that past

—But a sober Reason; and that sifts into the causes and reasons of Things, why any thing is to be chosen, or declined; and avoiding those controversial diputes, by which minds are (for the most part) wrapt farther into Error, and engaged in Animosities. Thus he explains himself: and in this since [...]r Poet was an Epicurean, even after his reformation, and in the sounder part of his Book which is almost the whole, having had no clearer light to follow, then that of Nature and reason; and yet how far that was able to carry him the Reader of it may discern.

Dull Winter comes at last.

But the decays of Time, Time doth repair:

When we once plunged are

Where good Aeneas, where rich Ancus wades,

Ashes we are, and shades.

Who knows if Jove unto thy life's past score

Will add one morning more?

When thou art dead, and Rhadamanthus just

Sentence hath spoke thee dust,

Thy Blood, nor eloquence can ransome thee,

No nor thy Piety.

For chast Hippolytus in Stygian night

Diana cannot light:

Nor Theseus break with all his vertuous pains

His dear Perithous chains.

ODE VIII. To MARTIUS CENSORINUS.

That there is nothing which can mak Men more immortal, then the Verses of Poets.

MY Friends, I would accommodate

With Goblets, Graecian Tripods, Plate

Of Corinth-Brass: and, Censorine,

The worst of these should not be thine:

That is to say, if I were rich

In those same antique Pieces, which

Parrhasius and Scopas fame;

He skill'd to paint, in stone to frame

[Page]This, now a God, a Mortal now.

But I have not the means; nor Thou

A mind, or purse, that wants such knacks.

Verse thou dost love. Thou shalt not lack

For Verse. And hear Me what 'tis worth.

Not inscrib'd Marbles planted forth

To publick view, which give new breath

To great and good men after death:

Not the swift flight of Hannibal,

And his threats turn'd to his own wall:

Not perjur'd Carthage wrapt in Flame,

By which Young Scipio brought a Name

From Conquer'd Affrick: speak his praise

So loud, as the Pierian Layes.

Nor, were Books silenc't, could'st Thou gain

The Guerdon of thy Vertuous pain.

What had become of Ilia's child

She bare to Mars, had darkness veil'd

The merits of our Romulus?

From Stygian waters Aeacus,

Vertue and fav'ring Verse assoiles,

And consecrates to the blest Isles.

A man that hath deserv'd t' have praise,

The Muse embalms. She keeps Heav'ns Keyes.

Thus Hercules (his labours past)

With Jupiter takes wisht repast:

The Sons of Leda Stars are made,

And give the sinking Sea-man aid;

Good Bacchus, crowned with Vine-leaves,

His drooping Votaries relieves.

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ODE IX. To LOLLIO.

That his writings shall never perish: Vertue without the help of Verses is buried in Oblivion. That he will sing Lollio's praises, whose vertues he now also celebrates.

LEast Thou shouldst think the words which I

(By sounding Aufid born) compile

To marry with thé Lute b'a skill

Never before reveal'd, shall die:

Though Homer lead the Van, the Muse

Of Pindar, nor Alcaeus heights,

Grave Stesichore, nor Caean sighs,

Are silenc't, or worn out of use.

Nor what of old Anacreon plaid,

Hath time defac't: Love lights his Fire,

And with his Quiver weares the Lyre

Of the yet fresh Aeolian Maid.

Helen was not the onely she

A curled Gallant did enflame,

The Splendor of his Royal Traine,

And Gold and Pearles Embroyderie.

Nor Teucer first that drew a strong

Cydonian Bow. Trojans had fought

Before: nor that age onely wrought

Deeds worthy of the Muses song.

Nor valiant Hector, and the brave

Deiphob, were the onely men

Receiv'd deep wounds upon them then,

Their Children and chast Wives to save.

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Men slasht ere Diomed was made:

But all are in oblivion drown'd,

And put unmourn'd into the Ground,

For lack of Sacred Poets Aide.

Vertue that's buried, and dead Sloth,

Differ not much. Un-understood

Thou shalt not die; nor so much good

As thou hast acted feed the Moth.

Lollio Thou art a man hast skill

To fathome things: that being tride

In either Fortune, couldst abide

In both up-right, and Lollio still.

Of covetous Fraud a scourge severe:

On whom the All-attracting Gold

Could with its Tenters ne'r take hold:

Nor Consul of one year. When ere

A vertuous Magistrate, and true,

Shall call good, gain, bid Bribes Avaunt:

Upon Opposers bellies plant

His conqu'ring Flags: Lollio, That's You.

He is not happy that hath much:

But who so can his minde dispose

To use aright what Heav'n bestows,

He justly is accounted such:

If he know how hard want to bear:

And fear a crime, more then his end.

If for his Country, or his Friend

Tostake his life he doth not fear.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS BOOK OF EPODES.

ODE I. To MAECENAS.

He offers Himself to accompany Maecenas going to the War of Actium, not for any help he can bring him by his presence, but because being present he shall have less apprehensions for him.

THou go'st now our Fleet's General,

Our Fleet, the Empires Wall:

To take thy Sov'raigns danger, prest

Upon thy willing brest.

I, to whom life in thine is sweet,

But bitter without it,

Shall I (though bid) mine ease pursue

(No ease if wanting you)

Or else with courage Masculine

Make one in the designe?

I will: and Thee ore Alpes I'll follow,

Through Lands unseen b' Apollo,

And to the farthest Western part.

With an undanted heart.

Thou't ask, what serves my going for,

Weake and unapt for Warre?

[Page]I shall fear less, if I be there;

Absence augmenteth fear.

So Birds, divorc'd from their raw young.

Fear more the snake's forkt tongue:

Whereas (alas!) if they had staid,

They could have lent no aid.

This and all warfares I'd embrace,

Onely to gain thy Grace:

Not that my galling Ploughs may vex

A hundred Oxens necks;

Nor that my Flocks when the Dog raigns,

For hills may change the Plaines:

Nor that my In-land Seate may reach

To the far-distant Beach.

Thy bounty hath o'reflow'd my measure.

I would not mass up Treasure

To bury with the Miser's Care,

Or Squander like his Heire.

ODE II.

He comprehends in this Ode divers Praises of a Countrey life: Commending it chiefly from the Tranquilliiy and Frugality thereof.

HAppy is He, that free from Mental Toil

(Like the old Mortals) ploughs his Native

With his own Oxen; out of debt: Nor leads (soil

A Soldiers life, still in Alarms; nor dreads

Th' enraged Sea: & flies at any Rate (the Great.

From Law-Suites, and the proud Porch of

What does he then? He, lofty Poplars joyns

Unto adult and marriageable Vines;

[Page]And the Wild branches with his Sickle lopt,

Doth better children in their rooms adopt:

Or in a hollow Valley, from above,

Beholds his lowing herds securely rove:

Or, his best Honey (which he means to keep)

Puts in clean pots: or sheares his tender sheep.

Or, when plump Autumn shews his bending head

With mellow Apples beautifully red,

With what a Gust his grafted Pears he pulls;

And Grapes, the poor mans Purple! Whence he culs

The fairest, for thee Priap; and for thee

Sylvanus, Guardian of his Husbandrie.

Under an aged Oake he loves to pass

The Heates; or lolling on the matted grass.

Between deep Bankes a River rowls the while;

The Birds, they prattle, to the Trees that smile;

A purling Brook runs chiding all the way:

Which gentle slumbers to His eyes convey.

But when rough Winter thundring coms, to throw

The treasures open of the Rain and Snow:

Eyther with dogs, behinde him and before

He drives into his toiles the tusked Boare:

Or spreads his thinner Nets beside some Bush,

An Ambuscado for the greedy Thrush:

And (dear delights) inveigles in his snare

The Travailer-Woodcock, and the Coward-Hare.

Who at these sports, evades not all those darts,

With which loos love assaults our vacant hearts?

But if a vertuous Wife, that bears sweet fruit

Yearly, to one; and guides the house to boot:

(Such as the Sabine, or the Sun-burnt Froe

(Of him, that was chose Consul from the Plough)

Build of old Logs, 'gainst her good man comes home

Weary, a Fire as high as half the room;

And shutting in knit hurdles the glad Beasts,

With her own hand unlade their swagging Breasts

[Page]And drawing this years Wine, from the sweet But.

Dainties unbought upon the Table put:

Your Lucrine Oysters cannot please me more,

Nor a fresh Sturgion frighted to Our shore,

Nor any rarer Fish. No Pheasant Hen,

Or Quayle, go down my Throat more sav'ry, Then

An Olive, gather'd from the fattest Bough;

Coole Endive; wholsome Mallowes; or allow

A Lamb upon some mighty Festivall;

Or Kid, from the Wolfe's jawes; That's worth them all.

Amid'st these Feasts, how sweet 'tis, to behold

The well-fed Sheep run wadling to their Fold!

To see the wearied Oxe come trayling back

Th' inverted Plough upon his drooping neck!

And the Plough-Boyes (the swarm that makes us thrive)

Surround the shining Hearth, content & blythe!

All this the Us'rer ALPHEUS having sed,

Resolv'd (what else) a Countrey Life to lead;

At Michaelmas calls all his Moneys in:

But at Our Lady puts them out agen.

ODE VII. To the People of ROME.

An Execration of the Second Civil War waged after the Death of Julius, by Brutus and Cassius on the one side; on the other by Octavius, M. Antony, and Lepidus.

WHy, why Your sheath'd Swords drawn again?

Whether rush Yee, impious Brood?

Have not the Earth yet and the Main,

Drunk enough of Latin Blood?

[Page]Not that proud CARTHAGE burnt might be,

Rivall of the ROMAN STATE:

Nor the chast Mistress of the Sea

Unconquered, though twice attempted by the rude Courtship of Julius Caesar.

BRITAIN, on Our Triumphs waite.

But that the Thing the Parthians crave,

ROME, may make Her Self away.

Lions and Wolves this Temp'rance have,

On their Kind they will not prey.

Is't a blinde Rage, or force more strong,

Or Crime, drives You? Speak. They look

As pale as Death, and hold their tongue,

As their Souls were Planet-strook.

'Tis so: dire Fates the ROMANS haunt,

And a Fratricidall Guilt:

Since Blood of Remus innocent,

On the cursed Ground was spilt:

ODE XIV. To MAECENAS.

That his love to Phryne, is the Cause why he doth not finish his promised Iambicks.

YOu kill Me (sweet Maecenas) when so oft

You ask me, why a soft

Sloth stunns my sence, as if with thirsty Draught

I had together quaft

Lethe's oblivious Lake into my Blood.

It is a God, a God,

Forbids Me finish my Iambicks, Though

Promis'd thee long ago.

Besotted thus, Anacreon was 'tis said

Upon the Samian Maid:

[Page]Who sobb'd his Love out to a hollow Lyre

With stumbling Feet. That Fire

Consumes Thee too. If fairer burnt not Troy

Besieg'd, in thy lot joy.

Mee a Bond-Woman, such a one torments,

As no one Man contents.

ODE XVI. To the People of ROME.

Commiserating the Common-Wealth, in respect of the Civil Wars.

NOw Civill Wars a second Age consume,

And Rome's own Sword destroys poor Rome.

What neither neighbouring Marsians could devour,

Nor fear'd Porsenas Thuscan Pow'r;

Nor Capua's Rivall Valour, Mutinies

Of Bond-slaves, Treachery of Allies;

Nor Germany (Blue-ey'd Bellona's Nurse)

Nor Hanniball (the Mothers curse)

Wee (a blood-thirsty age) our selves deface,

And Wolves shall repossess this place.

The barb'rous Foe will trample on our dead,

The Steel-shod Horse our Courts will tread;

And Romulus dust (clos'd in religious Urne

From Sun and tempest) proudly spurne.

All, or the sounder part, perchance would know,

How to avoid this comming blow.

'Twere best I think (like to the Phoceans,

Who left their execrated Lands,

And Houses, and the Houses of their Gods,

To Wolves and Bears for their aboads;)

[Page]T'abandon all, and go where ere our feet

Bear us by Land, by Sea our Fleet.

Can any man better advice afford?

If not, in name of Heav'n Aboard!

But you must swear first to return again,

When loosned Rocks float on the Main,

And be content to see your Mother-Town,

When Betis washes the Alpes crown;

Or Appennine into the Ocean flies,

Or new Lust weds Antipathies,

Making the Hind stoop to the Tygers love,

The rav'nous Kite Cuckold the Dove;

And credulous Heards t'affect the Lyons side,

And Goats the salt Sea to abide.

This, and what else may stop our wish'd return

When all, or the good part have sworn,

Fly hence! Let him whose smooth and unfledg'd breast

Misgives him, keep the rifled neast.

You that are men, unmanly grief give o're

And sail along the Tuscan shore,

To the wide Ocean. Let us seek those Isles

Which swim in plenty, the blest Soyles:

Where the Earths Virgin-womb unplow'd is fruitfull,

And the unproyned Vine still youthfull:

The Olive Tree makes no abortion there,

And Figs hang dangling in the aire;

Honey distills from Oakes, and Water hops

With creaking feet from Mountain tops.

The gen'rous Goats without the Milk-maids call,

Of their full bags are prodigall;

No Evening Wolf with hoarse Alarums wakes

The Flocks; nor breeds the up-land Snakes.

And (farther to invite us) the plump Grain,

Is neither drunk with too much rain,

Nor yet for want of mod'rate watring drie:

Such the blest temper of the Skie.

[Page]Never did Jason to those Islands guide

His Pirat-ship, and whorish Bride.

Sydonian Cadmus never toucht these shoares,

Nor false Ʋlysses weary Oares.

No murrain rots the Sheep, no star doth scorch

The Cattell with his burning Torch.

When Jove with brass the Golden-age infected,

These Isles he for the pure extracted.

Now Iron raignes, I like a Statue stand,

To point Good Men to a Good Land.

HORACE his First Book of Songs.

ODE XXXVII. To His COMPANIONS.

Exhorting them to indulge their Genius for the victory of Actium. Extols the magnanimity of Cleopatra in her dying.

NOw let us dance, and now carowse,

Now out at Window throw the House:

Now is the time (Comrades) for Feasts,

To thank the Gods with Smoak and Beasts.

Before, from Grandsires Butts 'twas Sin

To draw the best, whilst the mad Queen

Prepar'd the Empire's Funerall,

And Ruine for the Capitall,

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With her gelt Squadrons (a disease

Infamous) Violent as These

A thing impossible to try,

And drunk with her Prosperity.

But almost all Her Navie burn'd,

Her Fury tam'd: and her Brain turn'd

With Fumes of Mareotick Juice

To true Fears CAESAR did reduce:

With stretching Oars flying Her back

(As gadding Doves a long-wing'd Hawk;

Or Hunter in Aemonian Snow

Traces a Hare t'her Form) to throw

The Fatall Monster into Chains.

Shee (who to fall so flat, disdaigns)

Nor (Woman-like) feard Swords, nor fled

Into a Hole to hide her Head.

But with a look serene and bold

Durst visit her dampt Court, and hold

Dire Aspes unto her brests, thereby

A black and a swoln Corps to lie:

The more she ponderd, more unstirr'd:

An honour she could ill afford

Liburnian Ships; to waft a Queen

Led in proud Triumph to be seen.

☞ This ODE ought to be inserted at the latter end of the First Book of Songs:

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Discourses OF HORACE, Divided into SATYRS and EPISTLES.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER Primus SERMONVM.

SATYRA VI. Ad MAECENATEM.

Reprehendit vanum populi [...]om: de nobilitate judicium quod eam stemmatum antiquitate non virtute me [...] retur, & nobilitate illa [...] o [...]praeditos ad magistrates non libenter admi [...]teret: Sibi non eadem ratione amiciriam Maecenatis, qua tribunatum, posse quendam inv [...]dere: quum haec non fortunae fuerit, sed virtutis commendatione quaesita sit. Tandem (que) suam conditionem longè meliorem in vita privata ostendit quàm in magistrat [...] esse possit.

NOn, quia, Maecenas, Lydorum quicquid Etruscos

Incoluit fines, nemo generosior est te

Nec, quod aevus tibi maternus fuit atque paternus,

Olim qui magnis legionibus imperitarint:

Ʋt plerique solent, naso suspendis adunco

Ignotos: ut me libertino patre natum,

[Page]Qúum referre negas, quali sit quisque parente

Natus, dum ingenuus: persuades hoc tibi vere,

Ante potestatem Tulli, atque ignobile regnum,

Multos saepe viros nullis majoribus ortos,

Et vixisse probos, amplis & honoribus auctos.

Contra, Laevinum, Valerî genus, unde superbus

Tarquinius regno pulsus fuit, unius assis

Non unquam pretio pluris licuisse, notante

Judice, quem nosti, populo: qui stultus honores

Saepe dat indignis, & famae servit ineptus:

Qui stupet in titulis & imaginibus, quid oportet,

Nos facere, à vulgo longe latéque remotos?

Námque esto, populus Laevino mallet honorem

Quam Decio mandare novo, censórque moveret

Appius, ingenuo si non essem patre natus:

Vel merito, quoniam in propria non pelle quiessem.

Sed fulgente trahit constrictos gloria curru

Non minus ignotos generosis. quo tibi Tulli

Sumere depositum clavum? fierique tribunum?

Invidia accrevit, privato quae minor esset.

Nam ut quisque insanus nigris medium impediit crus

Pellibus, & latum demisit pectore clavum,

Audit continuo: Quis homo hic est? quo patre natus?

Ʋt si qui aegrotet, quo morbo Barrus, haberi

Ʋt cupiat formosus: eat quácunque, puellis

Injiciat curam quaerendi singula: quali

Sit facie, sura quali, pede, dente, capillo:

Sic qui promittit, cives, urbem sibi curae,

Imperium fore & Italiam, & delubra deorum:

Quo patre sit natus, num ignota matre in honestus,

Omnes mortales curare & quaerere cogit.

Tune Syri, Damae, aut Dionysi filius, audes

Dejicere è saxo cives? aut tradere Cadmo?

At Novins collega gradu post me sedet uno,

Námque est ille, pater quod erat meus hoc tibi P [...] l [...]

Et Messala videris. at hic, si plaustra ducenta,

[Page]Concurrántque foro tria funera, magna sonabit,

Cornua quod, vincátque tubas: saltem tenet hoc nos.

Nunc ad me redio libertino patre natum,

Quem rodunt omnes libertino patre natum,

Nunc, quia Maecenas, tibi sum convictor: at olim,

Quod mihi pareret legio Romana tribuno.

Dissimile hoc illi est: quia non ut forsit honorem

Jure mihi invideat quivis, ita te quóque amicum:

Praesertim cautum dignos assumere, prava

Ambitione procul. foelicem dicere non hoc

Me possum casu. quod te sortitus amicum.

Nulla etenim mihi te fors obtulit. Optimus olim

Virgilius, post hunc Varius, dixere quid essem.

Ʋt veni coram, singultim pauca loquutus,

(Infans námque pudor prohibebat plura profari)

Non ego me claro natum patre, non ego circum

Me Saturejano vectari rura caballo.

Sed quod eram, narro. respondes (ut tuns est mos▪)

Pauca. a [...]eo: & revocas, nono post mense, jubésque.

Esse in amicorum numero. magnum hoc ego duco,

Quod placui tibi. qui turpi secernis honestum,

Non patre praeclaro, sed vita & pectore puro.

Atqui si vitiis mediocribus, ac mea paucis

Mendosa est natura, alioqui recta (velut si

Egregio inspersos reprendas corpore naevos)

Si néque avaritiam, néque sordes, ac mala lustra

Objiciet vere quisquam mihi [...] purus & insons

(Ʋt me collaudem) si vivo, & charus amicis:

Causa fuit pater his: qui macro pauper agello

[Page]Noluit in Flavi ludum me mittere magni.

Quo pueri magnis è centurionibus orti,

Laevo suspensi loculos tabulámque lacerto,

Ibant octonis referentes idibus aera.

Sed puerum est ausus Romam portare, docendum

Artes, quas doceat quivis eques atque senator

Semet prognat [...]s. vestem servósque sequentes

In magno ut populo si quis vidisset, avita

Ex re praeberi sumptus mihi crederet illos.

Ipse mihi custos incorruptissimus omnes

Circum doctores aderat. quid multa? pudicum

(Qui primus virtutis honos) servavit ab omni

Non solum facto, verum opprobrio quóque turpi:

Nec timuit, sibi ne vitio quis verteret, olim

Si praeco parvas, aut (ut fuit ipse) coactor

Mercedes sequerer. néque ego essem questus. ab hoc nunc

Laus illi debetur, & à me gratia major.

Nil me poeniteat sanum patris hujus: eóque

Non, ut magna dolo factum negat esse suo pars,

Quod non ingenuos habeat clarósque parentes,

Sic me defendam; longe mea discrepat istis

Et vox & ratio. nam si natura juberet

A certis annis aevum remeare peractum,

Atque alios legere ad fastum quoscúnque parentes,

Optaret sibi quisque: meis contentus, honestos

Fascibus & sellis nolim mihi sumere: demens

Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse tuo: quod

Nollem onus (haud unquam solitus) portare molestum;

Nam mihi continuo major quaerenda foret res,

Atque salutandi plures: ducendus & unus

Et comes alter, uti ne solus rusve peregre-

Ve exirem: plures calones, atque caballi

Pascendi: ducenda petorrita. nunc mihi curto

Ire licet mulo, vel, si libet, usque Tarentum;

[Page]Mantica cui lumbos onere ulceret atque eques armos,

Objiciet nemo sordes mihi, quas tibi Tulli,

Quum Tiburte via praetorem quinque sequuntur

Te pueri, lasanum portantes, oenophorúmque.

Hoc ego commodius, quam tu, praeclare Senator.

Millibus atque aliis, vivo. quacúnque libido est,

Incedo solus: percontor quanti olus, ac far:

Fallacem circum; vespertinumque pererro

Saepe forum: assisto divinis: inde domum me

Ad porri & ciceris refero laganique catinum▪

Coena ministratur pueris tribus: & lapis albus

Pocula cum cyatho duo sustinet: astat echinus

Vilis, cum patera guttus, Campana suppellex.

Delnde eo dormitum, non sollicitus, mihi quod cras

Surgendum sit mane, obeundus Marsya, qui se

Vultum ferre negat Noviorum posse minoris,

Ad quartam jaceo; post hanc vagor, aut ego lecto,

Aut soripto, quod me tacitum juvet. ungor olivo,

Non quo fraudatis immundus Natta lucernis.

Ast ubi me fessum Sol acrior ire lavatum

Admonuit, fugio rabiosi tempora signi.

Pransus non avide, quantum interpellet inani

Ventre diem durare, domesticus otior. haec est

Vita solutorum misera ambitione gravique.

His me consolor, victurus suavius ac si

Quaestor avus, pater atque meus, patruúsque fuissent.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER II. SERMONVM.

SATYRA I.

Sibi datum à Trebatio consilium de scribendis rebus gestis Augusti, potiùs quàm Satyris (utpote in quibus alij aliud desiderant) exponit: & cur ei parere non possit, ostendit.

SƲnt, quibus in Satyra videar nimis acer: & ultrae

Legem tendere opus: sine nervis altera, quicquid

Composui, pars esse putat: simileisque meorum

Mille die versus deduci posse. Trebati,

Quid faciam, praescibe. quiescas. ne faciam, inquis

Omnino versus? ajo, peream male, si non

Optimum erat. verum nequeo dormire. ter uncti

Transnanto Tiberim, somno quibus est opus alto:

Irriguúmque mero sub noctem corpus habento.

Aut, si tautus amor scribendi te rapit, aude

Caesaris invicti res dicere, multa laborum

Praemia laturus. cupidum, pater optime, vires

Deficiunt. néque enim quivis horrentia pilis

Agmina, nec fracta pereuntes cuspide Gallos,

Aut labentis equo describat vulnera Parthi.

Attamen & justum poteras, & scribere fortem,

Scipiadam ut sapiens Lucilius. haud mihi decr [...],

Cum res ipsa feret. nisi dextro tempore, Flacci,

[Page]Verba per attentam non ibunt Caesaris aurem:

Cui male si palpere, recalcitrat undique tutus.

Quanto rectius hoc, quam tristi ludere versu

Pantolabum scurram, Nomentanúmque nepotem:

Cum sibi quisque timet, quanquam est intactus, & odit?

Quid faciam? saltat Milonius, ut semel icto

Accessit fervor capiti, numerúsque lucernis.

Castor gaudit equis: ovo prognatus eodem

Pugnis. quot capitum vivunt, totidem studiorum,

Millia▪ me pedibus delectat claudere verba

Lucili ritu, nostrum melioris utróque.

Ille velut fidis arcana sodalibus, olim

Credebat libris: néque, si male cesserat, unquam

Decurrens alio, néque si bene. quo fit, ut omnis

Votiva pateat veluti descripta tabella,

Vita senis, sequor hunc. Lucanus, an Appulus, anceps,

Nam Venusinus arat finem sub utrumve colonus,

Missus ad hoc, pulsis (vetus est ut fama) Sabellis:

Quo ne per vacuum Romano incurreret hostis.

Sive qu [...]d Appula gens, seu quod Lucania bellum

Incuteret violenta. sed hic stylus haud petet ultro

Quenquam animantem: & me, veluti custodi [...]t ensis.

Vagina tectus: quem cur distringere coner

Tutus ab infestis latronibus? ô pater, & rex

Jupiter, ut pereat positum rubigine telum:

Nec quicquam noceat cupido mihi pacis! at ille,

Qui me commôrit? (mèlius non tangere, clamo:)

Flebit, & insignis tota cantabitur urbe:

Servius iratus leges minitatur & urnam,

Canidia Albuci, quibus est inimica, venenum,

Grande malum Turius, si quis se judice certet.

Ʋt, quo quisque valet, suspectos terreat, utque

[Page]Imperet hoc natura potens, sic collige mecum.

Dente lupus, cornu taurus petit. unde, nisi intus

Monstratum? Scaevae vivacem crede nepoti

Matrem: nil faciet sceleris pia dextera. mirum.

Ʋt néque calce lupus quenquam, néque dente petit bos,

Sed mala tollet anum vitiato melle cicuta.

Ne longum faciam: seu me tranquilla senectus

Expectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis:

Dives, inops, Romae, seu fors ita jusserit, exul,

Quisquis erit vitae, scribam, color. O puer ut sis

Vitalis metuo, & majorum ne quis amicus

Frigore te feriat. Quid, cum est Lucilius ausus

Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem?

Detrahere & pellem, nitidus qua quisque per ora

Cederet, introrsum turpis? num Laelius, aut qui,

Duxit ab oppressa merîtum CARTHAGINE nomen,

Ingenio offensi? aut laeso doluere Metello?

Famosisque Lupo cooperto versibus? atqui

Primores populi arripuit, populúmque tributim:

Scilicet uni aequus virtuti, atque ejus amicis.

Quin vbise à vulgo, & scena, in secreta remorant

Virtus Scipiadae, & mitis sapientia Laeli;

Nugari cum illo, & discincti ludere, donec

Decoqueretur olus, soliti. quicquid sum ego, quamvis

Infra Lucili censum, ingeniumque, tamen me

Cum magnis vixisse invita fatebitur usque

[Page]Invidia, & fragili quaerens illidere dentem,

Offendet solido. nisi quid tu, docte, Trebati,

Dissentis equidem nibit hîc diffindere possum.

Sed tamen ut monitus caveas, ne forte negotî

Incutiat tibi quid sanctarum inscitia legum:

Si mala condiderit in quem quis carmina jus est,

Judiciúmque. esto, si quis mala: sed bona si quis

Judice condiderit laudatur Caesare si quis

Opprobriis dignum latraverit, integer ipse,

Solvontur risu tabulae, tu missus abibis.

SATYRA VI.

Se contentum iis quae habet, vivere, ac plura no [...] op [...] dicit. Deinde orii sui quo ruri fruitur▪ commoda cum incommodis negotiorum & molestiarum, quae vitam urbanam comitantur, comparat.

HOc erat in votis: modus agri non itae magnus,

Hortus ubi, & tecto vicinus jugis aquae fo [...]s,

Et Paulum sylvae super his foret auctius, atque

Dî melius fecere▪ bene est▪ nihil amplius oro,

Maja nate, nisi ut propria haec mihi munera faxis

Si néque majorem f [...]ci ratione mala rem,

Nec sum facturus vitio culpave minorem:

Si veneror stultus nihib horum; O si angulus ille

Pro [...] acoedat, qui [...]c [...]enor [...] agellum:

O s [...] urna [...] argenti fors qua mihi monstret, ut [...]

Thesauro invento qu [...] mercenarius agr [...]m

Illum ipsum mercatus aravit, dives amico

Hercule! si quod adest, gratum juvat: hac pr [...]ce te [...]

Pingue pecus domino facias, & caetera, praeter

Ingenium: utque soles, custos mihi maximus ad [...]

Ergo ubi me in montes, & ex in arcem urbe removi,

Quia prius illustrem Satgris, Musáque pedestri?

Nec mala me ambitio perdit, necplumbeus auster

[Page]Autumnús (que) gravis, Libitinae questus acerbae▪

Matutine pater, seu Jane libentius audis.

Vnde homines operum primos vitaeque labores

Instituunt (si dîs placitum) tu carminis esto

Principium. Romae sponsorem me rapis: eja,

Ne prior officio quisquam respondeat, urge

Sive Aquilo radit terras, seu bruma nivalem

Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire necesse est.

Postmodo, quod mî obsit, clare, certumque loquuto,

Luctandum in turba: facienda injuria tardis.

Quid vis insane? & quas res agis? Improbus urget

Iratis precibus. tu pulses omne quod obstat,

Ad Maecenatem memori si mente recurras.

Hoc juvat, & melli est, non mentiar. at simul atras

Ventum est Esquilias, aliena negotia centum,

Per caput, & circa saliunt latus. Ante secundam

Roscius orabat sibi adesses ad puteal cras:

De re communi scribae magna atque nova te

Orabant hodie meminisses. Quincte reverti:

Imprimat his cura Maecenas signa tabellis.

Dixeris, experiar: Si vis potes addit, & instat.

Septimus octavo propior jam fugerit annus,

Ex quo Maecenas me coepit habere suorum

In numero: duntaxat ad hoc, quem tollere rhedae

Vellet, iter faciens, & cui concredere nugas

Hoc genus: hora quota est? Thrax est Gallina Syro par?

Matutina parum cautos jam frigora mordent;

Et, quae rimosa bene deponuntur in aure.

Per totum hoc tempus subjectior in diem & horam

Invidiae. noster ludos spectaverat una,

[Page]Luserat in campo Fortunae filius, omnes.

Frigidus à rostris manat per compita rumor?

Quicúnque obvius est, me consulit: ô bone (nam te

Scire, deos quoniam propius contingis, oportet)

Num quid de Dacis audisti? Nil equidem. ut tu

Semper eris derisor ad omnes. Dii exagitent me,

Si quicquam. Quid, militibus promissa Triquetra

Praedia, Caesar an est Itala tellure daturus?

Jurantem me scire nihil mirantur, ut unum

Scilicet egregii mortalem altique silenti.

Perditur haec inter misero lux, non sine votis:

O rus, quando ego te aspiciam? quandóque licebit,

Nunc veterum libris, nunc somno & inertibus horis

Ducere sollicitae jucunda oblivia vitae?

O quando faba Pythagorae cognata, simúlque

Ʋncta satis pingui ponentur oluscula lardo?

O noctes coenaeque deum: quibus ipse, meique

Ante Larem proprium vescor, vernásque procac [...]

Pasco libatis dapibus. prout cuique libido est,

Siccat inaequales calices conviva, solutus

Legibus insanis: seu quis capit acria fortis

Pocula, seu modicis uvescit laetius. ergo

Sermo oritur non de villis domibúsve alienis:

Nec male, necne Lepos saltet: sed quod magis ad nos

Pertinet, & nescire malum est, agitamus: utrum [...]

Divitiis homines an sint virtute beati,

Quidve ad amicitias, usus rectúmne trahat, nos:

Et quae sit natura boni, summúmque quid ejus.

Cervius, haec inter, vicinus garrit aniles

Ex re fabellas. nam si quis laudat Arelli

Sollicitas ignarus opes, si cincipit: Olim

Rusticus urbanum murem mus paupere fertur

Accepisse cavo, veterem vetus hospes amicum;

[Page] Asper & attentus quaesitis, ut tamen arctum

Solverit hospitiis animum quid multa? neque illi

Sepositi ciceris, nec longae invidit avenae:

Aridum & ore ferens acinum, semesaque lardi

Frusta dedit: cupiens varia fastidia coena

Vincere tangentis male singula dente superbo:

Quum pater i [...] se domus palea porrectus in horna

Esset, ador, [...]oliumque, dapis meliora relinquens.

Tandem urbanus ad hunc, Quid te juvat, (inquit) amice,

Praerupti nemoris patientem vivere dorso?

Vis tu homines urhemque feris praeponere sylvis?

Carpe viam, (mihi crede) comes: terrestria quando

Mortales animas vivunt sortita, neque ulla est

Aut magno, aut parvo sethi fuga. quo, bone, circa,

Dum licet, in rebus [...]ucundis vive beatus:

Vive memor, quam fis aevi brevis. Haec ubi dicta

Agrestem pepu [...]ere, domo levis exilit: inde

Ambo propositum peragunt iter, urbis aventes

Maenia nocturni subrepere. Iamque tenebat

Nox medium coeli spatium, quum ponit uterque

In locuplete domo vestigia: rubro ubi co [...]co

Tincta super lectos canderet vestis eburnos,

Multaque de magna superessent fercula coena,

Quae procul extructis inerant hesterna canistris.

Ergo ubi purpurea porrectum in veste locavit

Agrestem, veluti succinctus cursitat hospes,

Continuatque dapes, nec non vernaliter ipsis

Fungitur. Officiis, praelambens omne, quod affert.

Ille cubans gaudet mutata sorte, bonisque

Rebus agit laetum convivam: quam subito ingens

Valvarum strepitus lectis excussit utrumque.

Currere per totum pavidi conclave, magisque

Exanimes trepidare, simul domus alta Molossis

Personuit canibus. tum rusticus, Haud mihi vita

Est opus hac (ait) & valeas: me sylva cavúsque

Tutus ab insidiis tenui solabitur ervo.

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Q. HORATII FLACCI LIBER III. SERMONVM.

EPIST. I. Ad MAECENATEM.

Se ludicra sua studia missa facere dicit, & ea, quae ad virtutem ducunt amplecti: Sic tamen ut in nullius Magistri verba juret. Hujusmodi autem esse haec studia ut ne [...]o sit qui non illis excoli possit, si modò patientem aurem commodet. Tandem pravum hominum judicium virtutem opibus & honoribus postponentium, & quae corporis sunt, n [...]n quae sunt animi, curantium, reprehendit.

PRima dicte mihi, summa dicende Camoena,

Spectatum satis, & donatum jam rude, quaeris,

Maecenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo.

Non eadem est aetas, non mens. Vejanius, armis

Hercules ad postem fixis, latet abditus agro,

Ne populum extrema toties exoret arena.

Est mihi purgatam crebro qui personet aurem,

Solve senescentem maturè sanus equum, ne

Peccet ad extremum ridendus, & itia ducat.

Nunc itáque & versus & caetera ludicra pono:

Quid verū, at (que) decens, curo, & rogo, & omnis inhoc sum,

Condo, & comp [...]no, quae mox depromere possim.

Ac ne forte roges, quo me duce, quo lare tuter:

Nullius addictus jurare in verba magistri,

[Page]Quo me cunque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.

Nunc agilis fio, & mersor civilibus undis,

Virtutis verae custos rigidusque satelles:

Nunc in Aristippi furtim praecepta relabor,

Et mihi res, non me rebus submittere conor.

Vt nox longa quibus mentitur amica, diesque

Longa videtur opus debentibus: ut piger annus

Pupillis, quos dura premit custodia matrum:

Sic mihi tarda fluunt ingrataque tempora, quae spem

Consiliumque morantur agendi gnaviter id quod

Aequè pauperibus prodest, locupletibus aequè,

Aequè neglectum pueris senibusque nocebit.

Restat ut his ego me ipse regam solerque elementis.

Non possis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus,

Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus iuungi:

Nec, quia desperes invicti membra Glyconis,

Nodosa corpus nolis prohibere chiragra.

Efl quoddam prodire tenus, fi non datur ultra.

Fervet avaritia miseroque cupidine pectus?

Sunt verba & voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem

Possis, & magnam, morbi deponere partem.

Laudis amore tumes? sunt certa piacula, quae te

Ter purè lecto poterunt recreare libello.

Invidus, iracundus, iners, vinosus, amator:

Nemo adeo ferus est ut non mitescere possit,

Si modo culturae patientem commodet aurem.

Virtus est, vitium fugere: & sapientia prima,

Stultitia caruisse; vides, quae maxima credis.

Esse mala, exiguum censum, turpemque repulsam,

Quanto devites animi, capitisque labore.

Impiger extremos curris mercator ad Indos,

Per mare pauperiem fugiens, per saxa, per ignes:

Ne cures ea, quae stultè miraris & optas;

Discere, & audire, & meliori credere non vis?

Quis circum pages & circum compita pugnax,

Magna coronari contemnat Olympia; cui spes,

[Page]Cui sit conditio dulcis sine pulvere palmae?

Vilius argentum est auro, virtutibus aurum.

O cives, cives, quaerenda pecunia primum est,

Virtus post nummos. haec Janus summus ab imo

Perdocet: haec recinunt juvenes dictata senésque,

Laevo suspensi loculos, tabulámque lacerto.

Si quadringentis, sex, septem millia desunt,

Est animus tibi, sunt mores, & lingua, fidésque;

Plebs eris: at pueri ludentes, rex eris, ajunt,

Si recte facies. HIC MURUS aheneus esto,

Nil conscire sibi, nulla pallescere culpa.

Roscia, (dic sodes) melior l [...]x, an puerorum

Naenia, quae recte regnum facientibus offert,

Et maribus Curiis, & decantata Camillis?

Isne tibi melius suadet, qui ut rem facias, rem,

Si possis, recte: si non, quocúnque modo rem:

Ʋt propius spectes lachrymosa poëmata Puppi:

An qui Fortunae te responsare superbae

Liberum & erectum praesens hortatur, & optat?

Quod si me populus Romanus forte roget, cur

Non, ut porticibus, sic judiciis fruar iisdem,

Nec sequar, aut fugiam, quae diligit ipse, vel edit:

Olim quod vulpes aegroto cauta leoni

Respondit, referam: Quia me vestigia terrent,

Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum.

Bellua multorū es capitū. nam quid sequar? aut quē.

Pars hominum gestit conducere publica: sunt qui

Frustis & pomis viduas venentur avaras,

Excipiántque senes, quos in vivaria mittant.

Multis occulto crescit res foenore. verum

Esto, aliis alios rebus studiisque teneri:

Iidem eadem possunt horam durare probantes?

Nullus in orbe sinus Bajis praelucet amoenis,

Si dixit dives, lacus & mare sentit amorem

Festinantis heri, cui si vitiosa libido

Fecerit auspicium, cras ferramenta Theanum

[Page]Tolletis fabri. lectus genialis in au [...]a est?

Nil uit esse prius, meliu [...] nil coelibe vita:

Si non est, jurat bene solis esse maritis

Quo [...]eneam vultùs mustantem Protea nodo?

Quid pauper? ride: mutat coenàcula, lectos,

Balnea, [...]onsores: conducto navigio, aeque

Nauseat ac locuples, quem ducit prima triremis.

Si curtatus inaquali tonsore capillos

Occurrit, rides: si forte subucula pexae

Trita subest tunicae, vel si toga dissidet impar

Rides: quid, mea cum pugnat sententia secum?

Quod petiit, spernit: repetit, quod nuper omisit?

Aestuat, & vitae disconvenit ordine toto?

Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis?

Insanire putas solennia me, néque rides,

Nec medici credis, nec curatoris egere

A praetore dati, rerum tutela mearum

Quum sis, & prave sectum stomacheris ob unguem

De te pendentis, te respicientis amici.

Ad summam, sapiens uno minor est Jove, dives,

Liber, honoratus, pulcher, rex denique regum:

Praecipuè sanus, nisi quum pituita molesta est.

EPIST. V. AD TORQUATUM.

Torquatum ad coenam invitat, quam frugalem fore dicit. Hortatur ut curis & cupiditati divitiarum valedicen [...] hilaritati se tradat, & laudes ebrietatis addit. Tria esse dicit, quorum studiosus sit in apparatu convivii; primam autem ponit munditiem.

SI potes Archaicis conviva recumbere lectis,

Nec modica coenare times olus omne pa [...]ella:

[Page]Supremo te Sole domi Torquate manebo.

Vina bibes iterum Tauro diffusa, palustres

Inter Minturnas Sinuessanúmque Petrinum.

Sin melius quid habes, arcesse, vel imperium fer.

Jamdudum splendet focus, & tibi munda supellex.

Mitte leves spes, & certamina divitiarum,

Et Moschi causam. cras nato Caesare festus

Dat veniam somúmque dies, impune licebit

Aestivam sermone benigno tendere noctem.

Quo mihi fortunas, si non conceditur uti?

Parcus ob haeredis curam, nimiúmque severus,

Assidet insano, potare & spargere flores

Incipiam, patiárque vel inconsultus haberi.

Quid non ebrietas designat? operta recludit,

Spes jubet esse ratas: in praelia trudit inermem.

Sollicitis animis onus eximit: addocet artes.

Foecund [...] calices quem non fecere disertum?

Contracta quem non in paupertate solutum?

Haec ego procurare & idoneus imperor, & non

Invitus: ne turpe toral, ne sordida mappa

Corruget nares: ne non & cantharus & lanx

Ostendat tibi te: ne fidos inter amicos

Sit qui dicta foras eliminet: ut coë at par

Jungatúrque pari. Brutum tibi, Septimiúmque,

Et nisi coena prior potiórque puella Sabinum

Detinet, assumam. locus est & pluribus umbris.

Sed nimis arcta premunt olidae convivia caprae.

Tu, quotus esse velis, rescribe: & rebus omissis,

Atria servantem postico falle clientem.

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EPIST. X. Ad FUSCUM ARISTIUM.

Fusco Aristio urbis ama [...]ori vitam rusticam, qua ipse delectabatur, laudat, & varia eius commoda recenset. Simul autem ab ambitione (quae vitam urbanam non rustica [...] comitatur) eum deterret.

VRbis amatorem Fuscum salvere jubemus

Ruris amatores: hac in re scilicet una,

Multum dissimiles, ad caetera penè gemelli.

Fraternis animis, quicquid negat alter, & alter,

Annuimus pariter vetuli, not [...]que colum [...]i.

Tu nidum servas: ego laudo ruris amoeni

Rivo [...], & musco circumlita saxa, nemúsque.

Quid quaeris? vivo, & regno, simul ista reliqui,

Quae vos ad coelum effertis rumore secundo.

Ʋtque sacerdotis fugitivus, liba recuso:

Pane egeo, jam mellitis potiore placentis.

Vivere naturae si convenienter oportet,

Ponendaeque domo quaerenda est area primum;

Novistine locum potiorem rure beato?

Est ubi plus tepeant hyemes? ubi gratior aura

Leniat & rabiem Canis, & momenta Leonis,

Quum semel accepit solem furibundus acutum?

Est ubi divellat somnos minus invida cura?

Deterius Libycis olet aut nitet herba lapillis?

Purior in vicis aqua tendit rumpere plumbum,

Quam, quae per pronum trepidat cum murmure r [...] vum [...]

Nempe inter varias nutritur sylva columnas,

Lauda [...]úrque domus, longos quae prospicit agros.

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret,

Et mala perrumpet furtim fastidia victrix.

Non, qui Sidonió contendere callidus ostro

Nescit Aquinatem potantia vellera fucum,

Certius accipiet damnum, propiusve medullis,

Quam, qui non poterit vero distinguere falsum.

Quem res plus nimio delectavere secundae,

[Page]Mutatae quatient. si quid mirabere, pones

Invitus. fuge magna; licet sub paupere tecto

Reges, & regum vita praecurrere amicos.

Cervus equum pugna melior, communibus herbis

Pellebat, donec minor in certamine longo

Imploravit opes hominis, fraenúmque recepit:

Sed postquam victor violens discessit ab hoste,

Non equitem dorso, non fraenum depulit ore.

Sic, qui pauperiem veritus, potiore metallis

Libertate caret: dominum vehet improbus, at que

Serviet aeternum, quia parvo neseiat uti.

Cui non conveniet sua res, ut calceus olim,

Si pede major erit, subvertet: si minor, uret.

Laetus sorte tua vives sapionter Aristi:

Nec me dimittes incastigatum, ubi plura

Cogere, quam satis est, ac non cessare videbor.

Imperat, aut servit collecta pecunia cuique,

Tortum digna sequi potius, quam ducere funem.

Haec tibi dictabam post fanum putre Vacunae:

Excepto, quod non simul esses, caetera laetus.

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EPIST. II. Ad LOLLIUM.

Homerum in suis poematis pleniùs ac meliùs quàm quosdam philosophos, quid honestum sit, docere dicit: amborum afferens argumenta; Iliade quidem quales sunt in stultis regibus & populis animi motus describi: in Odyssea autem, Ulyssis exemplo quid virtus & sapientia possint, estendi. Deinde ad studium sapientiae hortatur, utpote quos recenset animi morbos, sanaturae. Sed à teneris assu [...]scendum hujusmodi praeceptis esse docet.

TRojani belli scriptorem, maxime Lolli,

Dum tu declamas Romae, Praeneste relegi:

Qui, quid sit pulchrum, quid turpe, quid utile, quid non,

Plenius ac melius Chrysippo & Crantore dicit.

Cur ita crediderim, (nisi quid te detinet) audi.

Fabula, qua Paridis propter narratur amorem

Graecia Barbariae lento collisa duello,

Stultorum regum, & populorum continet aestus.

Antenor censet belli praecidere causam.

Quid Paris? ut salvus regnet, vivaetque beatus,

Cogi posse negat. Nestor componere lites

Inter Peleiden festinat & inter Atreiden:

Hunc amor, ira quidem communiter urit utrúmque.

Quicquid delirant reges, plectuntur Achivi.

Seditione, dolis, scelere, atque libidine, & ira

Iliacos intra muros peccatur, & extra.

Rursus, quid virtus, & quid sapientia possit,

Ʋtile proposuit nobis exemplar Ʋlyssem:

Qui domitor Trojae, multorum providus urbes

Et mores hominum inspexit: latúmque per aequor,

Dum sibi, dum socus reditum parat, aspera multa

Pertulit, adversis rerum immersabilis undis.

[Page]Sirenum voces & Circes pocula nosti:

Quae si cum sociis stultus, cupidúsque bibisset,

Sub domina meretrice fuisset turpis & excors:

Vixesset canis immundus, vel amica luto sus.

Nos numerus sumus, & fruges consumere nati,

Sponsi Penelopes, nebulones, Alcinoique,

In cute curanda plus aequo operata juventus:

Cui pulchrum fuit in medios dormire dies, &

Ad strepitum citharae cessatum ducere curam.

Ʋt jugulent homines, surgunt de nocte latrones:

Ʋt teipsum serves, non expergisceris? atqui

Si noles sanus, curres hydropicus: & ni

Posces ante diem librum cum lumine, si non

Intendes animum studiis, & rebus honestis;

Invidia, vel amore vigil torquebere. nam cur

Quae laedunt oculos, festinas demere; si quid

Est animum, differs curandi tempus in annum?

Dimidium facti, qui coepit, habet sapere aude:

Incipe. qui recte vivendi prorogat horam,

Rusticus expectat dum defluat amnis: at ille

Labitur, & labetur in omne volubilis aevum.

Quaeritur argentum, puerisque beata creandis

Ʋxor, & incultae pacantur vomere sylvae.

Quod satis est, cui contigit, hic nihil amplius optet.

Non domus & fundus, non aeris acervus, & auri,

Aegroto domini deduxit corpore febres,

Non animo curas. valeat possessor oportet,

Si comportatis rebus bene cogitat uti.

Qui cupit, aut metuit, juvat illum sic domus, aut res,

Ʋt lippum pictae tabulae, fomenta podagram,

Auriculas citharae collecta sorde'dolentes.

Sincerum est nisi vas, quodcunque infundis, acescit.

[Page]Sperne voluptates: nocet empta dolore voluptas.

Semper avarus eget: certum voto pete finem.

Invidus alterius macrescit rebus opimis.

Invidia Siculi non invenere Tyranni

Majus tormentum. qui non moderabitur irae,

Infectum volet esse, dolor quod suaserit, & mens,

Dum poenas odio per vim festinat inulto.

Ira furor brevis est. animum rege, qui nisi paret,

Imperat; hunc fraenis, hunc tu compesce catena.

Fingit equum tenera docilem cervice magister

Ire viam, quam monstret eques: venaticus, ex quo

Tempore cervinam pellem latravit in aula,

Militat in sylvis catulus. nunc adbibe puro

Pectore verba puer, nunc te melioribus offer.

QƲO semel est imbuta recens, servabit odorem

Testa diu. quod si cessas, aut strenuus anteis,

Nec tardum opperior, nec praecedentibus insto.

EDYL. XIV. Ausonii ROSAE.

VEr erat: & blando mordentia frigora sensu

Spirabat croceo mane revecta dies.

Strictior Eoos praecesserat aura jugales,

Aestiferum suadens anticipare diem.

Errabam riguis per quadrua compita in hortis,

Maturo cupiens me vegetare die.

Vidi concretas per gramina flexa pruinas

Pendere, aut olerum stare cacuminibus:

[Page]Caulibus & patulis teretes colludere guttas,

Et caelestis aquae pondere tunc gravidas,

Vidi Paestano gaudere rosaria cultu,

Exoriente novo roscida Lucifero.

Rara pruinosis canebat gemma frutetis,

Ad primi radios interitura die.

Ambigeres, raperet ne rosis aurora ruborem,

An daret: & flores tingeret orta dies.

Ros unus, color unus, & unum mane duorum:

Sideris, & floris, nam domina una Venus.

Forsan & unus odor: sed celsior ille per auras

Difflatur: spirat proximus iste magis.

Communis Paphie dea sideris, & dea f [...]oris,

Praecipit unius muricis esse habitum.

Momentum intererat: quo se nascentia florum

Germina comparibus dividerent spatiis.

Haec viret angusto foliorum tecta galero:

Hanc tenui folio purpura rubra notat.

Haec aperit primi fastigia celsa obelisci,

Mucronem absolvens purpurei capitis.

Vertice collectos illa exsinuabat amictus,

Jam meditans foliis se numerare suis:

Nec mora, ridentis calathi patefecit honorem,

Prodens inclusi semina densa croci.

Haec modo quae toto rutilaverat igne comarum,

Pallida collapsis deseritur foliis.

Mirabar celerem fugitiva aetate rapinam,

Et dum nascuntur, consenuisse rosas.

Ecce & defluxit rutili coma punica floris,

Dum loquor: & tellus tecta rubore micat.

Tot species, tantósque ortus, variósque novatus

Ʋna dies aperit: conficit una dies.

Conquerimur, Natura, brevis quod gratia florū est:

Ostentata oculis illico dona rapis.

Quam longa una dies: aetas tam longa rosarum,

Quas pubescenteis juncta senecta premit.

[Page]Quam longa una dies, aetas tam longa rosarum,

Quas pubescenteis juncta senecta premit.

Quam modo nascentem rutilus conspexit Eous,

Hanc rediens sero vespere vidit anum.

Sed bene, quod paucis licet interitura diebus,

Succedens aevum prorogat ipsa suum.

Collige virgo rosas, dum flos novus, & nova pubes,

Et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum.

Taurus Virgilianus. GEOR. Lib. 3.

PAscitur in magna sylva formosa juvenca:

Illi alternantes multa vi praelia miscent

Ʋulneribus crebris. lavit ater corpora sanguis:

Ʋersáque in obnixos urgentur cornua, vasto

Cū gemitu▪ reboant sylvae (que) & magnus Olympus.

Nec mos bellantes unà stabulare: sed alter

Ʋictus abit, longéque ignotis exulat oris,

Multa gemens ignominiam, plagásque superbi

Ʋictoris, tum quos amisit inultus amores:

Et stabula aspectans regnis excessit avitis.

Ergo omni cura vires exercet, & inter

Dura jacet perni [...] instrato saxa cubili:

Frondibus hirsutis & carice pastus acuta:

Et tentat sese: atque irasci in cornua discit

Arboris obnixus trunc [...]: ventósque lacessit

Ictibus, & sparsa ad pugnam proludit arena.

[Page]Post, ubi collectum robur, virésque receptae,

Signa mo [...]t, pr [...]cepsque oblitum fertur in hostem,

Fluctus ut in medi [...]coepit cum albescere ponto,

Longius ex alt [...]que sinum trahit: vtque volutus

Ad torras, immune sonat per saxa, nec ipso

Monte minor procu [...]bit: at i [...]a ex [...]stuat-vnda

Vorticibus, nigrámque altè subjectat arenam.

FINIS.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS FIRST BOOK OF DISCOURSES:

SATYR VI. To MAECENAS.

He reprehends the vain Judgement of the People of Rome concerning Nobility, measuring the same by Antiquity of Pedigree, not by vertue, nor willingly admitting to Magistracy any but such as were adorned with the former. That there was no reason to envy him for the friendship of Maecenas, as for a Tribuneship: since that was not given by Fortune, but acquired by the recommendations of Vertue. Lastly, shews his Condition in a private life to be much better, then (if he were a Magistrate) it could be.

NOt that the Tuscans (who from Lydia came)

Have nothing nobler then Maecenas Name;

Nor, that thy Mother's, and Sire's Grand-sire were

Gen'rals of old, makes thee as most men, sneer

Thy nose up at poor folks, and such as me;

Horace being the Son of a Manu-mised Slave in the borders of Appulia; was nevertheless (for the eminent qualities that were found in him) received into the familiar Friendship of Macen [...], and (by his Mediatiō) of Augustus also: By whom he was moreover invited to the nearest Trusts about his person. [...]t as on the one side, he did not a little please himself in that value which he [...]aw set upon him by persons as Good as they were Great; so on the other (in respect of his poor Birth, and Philosophicall inclinations) he declin'd the envy and trouble of those high Employments: putting really in practise that happy [...]de [...]ation, which himself both professes and recommends in this, and other parts of his Book.

Born of a Father, from a slave made free.

[Page]When thou affirm'st, It skills not of what kinde

Any is come, if of a noble minde;

Thou deem'st (& right) that before Tullus raign

(Who was a King, yet not a Gentleman)

Many a Man of no degree, no Name,

By Great Atchievements to Great Honors came.

Levinus contrary (Valerio's Sonne,

By whom proud Tarquin was expeld the Throne)

Him worthless, Ev'n the People (whom you know)

They scorn'd; Those Fools that Honors oft bestow

On Undeservers; Doating on gay men,

Dazled with shields, and Coronets. What then

Shall we do, lifted far above their Sphere?

The People to Levinus did prefer

A new man Decius; yet now, should I

Stand for a place, hoarse Appius would cry,

Withdraw cause I'm no Gentleman: and shall,

When Horace meddles farther then his Naule.

But Honor takes into her golden Coach

Noble and base.

This Tullus had bid Proetor; whom nevertheless being of obscure Birth, and having [...]in of Pompey's party, Coesar degraded from all dignity. But, Coesar being dead he resumed his former State: therefore this Envy▪

Tullus, what hast to touch

The Purple Robe (which Caesar forc't thee quit)

And be a Tribune? Envy thou didst git

Thereby, by whom ith' dark thou'dst neer been spide:

For when the People see a strange face ride

Up to the ears in Ermins, and a List

(Or more) of gold; strait they demand, Who is't?

What was his Father? Just as when some youth,

Sick of the Fashions (to be thought, forsooth,

Handsome) inflames the fairer Sex, to call

His face in question, Hair, Teeth, Foot, and Small.

So when a man upon the Stage shall come,

And say; Give me the reines that govern Rome,

I'll manage Italie, the State shall be

My Care, I, and the Church likewise: Ods me!

[...] forces every Mortal to enquire

And know; Who was his Mother? Who his Sire?

[Page]Shall then the Off-spring of a Minstrel dare

Displace this General, condemn that Peere?

Novius was one Hole lower. Being the same

My Father was, you'd think from Brute He came.

A Slave set free.

But if two hundred Draies obstruct a street;

Or with their Trumpeters, three Funerals meet;

Louder then all, he chafes with brazen Lungs:

And this is something to awe Peoples tongues.

But to my self, the Son of the freed Man.

O (envy cries) The Son of the Freed Man!

Maecenas, now, Because thy Guest: before,

Because a Romane Tribune's charge I bore.

These Two, are not alike: I may pretend,

Though not to Office, yet, to be thy Friend.

Thou being chiefly in this case so choice;

Not guided by Ambition, popular Voice,

Or by a chance: Virgil his Word did pass

For Me, Then Varus told thee what I was.

When first presented, little said I to thee,

(For Modestie's an Infant) did not shew thee

A long-taild Pedegree; I did not say,

I bred Race Horses in Appulia.

Told what I was. As little thou replid'st,

(Thy mode) I go: at nine months End, thou bid'st

Me, of thy Friends, be one. Of this I boast,

That I plea'sd Thee (Who to distinguish know'st)

Not Noble, but of fair and Crystal thoughts.

Yet, if except some few (not hainous) faults,

My Nature's straight (as you may reprehend,

In a fair Face, some Moles) If (to commend

My self) I am not given to Avarice;

Not nasty, not debaucht, not sold to vice;

Lov'd by my friends, obedient to the Lawes:

Of all these things my Father was the cause.

Who (though, but Tenant, to one, smal, lean, Farm)

In Flavio's School would never let me learn,

[Page]When great Centurions sent their great boys thither,

Their left armes crampt with stones, hung in a leather-

Bag, with a counting-board; But boldly parts

With me (a child) to Rome: T'imbibe those Arts

A Knight, or Senator, might teach His Boy.

That who had seen my cloathes and my Convoy

Of Servants, cleaving through a press; would swear,

Some wealthy Grandsire did my charges bear.

Himself (the carefull'st Tutor) had his Eye

Over them All. In short My Modestie

(Vertue's first bloome) so watring from this Well:

He both preserv'd my Whiteness, and my Smell.

Nor fear'd, least any should in time to come,

Blame Him He had not bred me still at Home

To his own Trade: or I my self complain:

(The more His Praise, my Debt) if I have brain.

Of such a Father now shall I repent,

Like some that quarrel with their own descent,

Because their blood from Nobles did not flow?

Reason, aswel as Nature, answers; No.

For, if I could unweave the Loom of Fate,

And chuse my self new Parents, for my State,

In any Tribe: Contented with mine own,

I would not change to be a Consul's Son.

Mad, in the Vulgar's judgement: But, in Thine,

Sober, perchance: because I did decline

An irksome load I am not us'd to bear.

For I must seek more Wealth straight, if that were;

And, to beg Voices, many a visit make,

Must at my heels a brace of servants take;

For fear my Honour should be seen, alone,

To go into the Country, or the Town.

There must be Horses store, and Grooms thereto;

A Litter's to be hir'd too; Whereas now

'Tis lawful for me, on a Bob-tail Mule,

To travail to Tarentum, if I wull;

[Page]My cloak-bag galing her behind, and I

Digging her shoulders. Not, with Obliquy,

Like

The same TƲLLƲS abovementioned, who it seems was no less for did then ign [...]b [...]e.

Tullus, when in Tiber-Road hee's seen

Attended with five Boys, carrying a skin

Of Wine, and a Close-stool. Brave Senator,

More decently then Thou, and thousands More,

I could do that. Where e're I list I go,

Alone, the Price of Broath, and Barley know;

Crow'd in at every Sight, walk late in Rome:

Visit the Temple with a Prayer: Then home

To my Leek-Pottage, & Chich-pease. Three boyes

Serve in my supper: Whom to counterpoyse

One Bowle, two Beakers on a broad white slate,

A Pitcher with two Ears (

Earthen [...]

Campanian Plate.)

Then do I go to sleep: securely do't,

Being next morning to attend no suite

In the Great-Hall (where Marsya doth look

As if lowd Nomio's Face he could not brooke)

I lie till Four. Then walk, or read a while;

Or write, to please my self. Noint me with oil:

(Not such as Natta pawes himself withall,

Robbing the Lamps.) When neer his Vertical

The hotter Sun invites us to a Bath

For our tir'd Limbs, I fly the Dog-Stars wrath,

Having din'd onely so much as may stay

My Appetite: Loiter at home all day.

These are my Solaces: this is the life

Of Men that shun ambition, run from strife.

Lighter, then if I soar'd on Glorie's wing,

The Nephew, Son, and Grand-Son to a King.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS SECOND BOOK OF DISCOURSES.

SATYR I.

He dilates upon the advice given him by Tr [...]hatius to write the Actions of Augustus, rather then Satyrs, (as things that are dangerous to meddle with) and shews why he cannot obey him.

SOme think I am too sharp a Satyrist,

And that I stretch my Work beyond the List.

Others, what ere I write is nervlesse say,

And that like mine a thousand Lines a day

May be spun. What wouldst Thou advise Me now

(Trebatius) in this case? Sit still. As how?

Not to write Verse at all, dost thou aver

As thy Sense? I doe. Let me never stir,

If 'twere not better. But I cannot sleep.

For that, swim Tyber (noynted) Thrice: or steep

Thy Brains at night in Wine. If thou must needs

Write, dare to write unconquerd CAESAR's deeds,

Great Rewards following. Father, That being it

I'de fain be at, my VVill exceeds my Wit.

Not ev'ry Pen can paint in horrid Field

Thick Groves of Pikes, Spears broke in French-men kild,

And a hurt Parthian dropping from his Horse.

His Justice though thou maist, and his Mindes force:

[Page] As wise LUCILIUS those of SCIPIO.

The not be wanting to my Self, if so

Occasion serve. The passage must be clear

When Horace words pierce Caesar's serious Ear:

Whom, stroaking, if we think t'approach: 'ware heels!

Is not that better, then in verse that reels

To jeer this Gull, that Prodigall, when each

Man, thinks he's meant (though quite frrom thy thoughts reach)

And hates thee for't? VVhat should I do? Being hot

Ith' head, and seeing double through the Pot,

Milonius frisks. CASTOR on Hors-back fights:

The Twin of the same Egg in Clubs delights.

As many thousand Minds, as Men, there be.

I, like Lucilius (Better then both VVe)

My words in Meeter love t'enclose and bind.

His way was, in his Books to speak his Mind

As freely, as his Secrets he would tell

To a tride Friend: and took it ill, or well,

He held his Custome. Hence it came to pass,

The old Man's Life is there as in a Glass.

His steps I follow, whom you neither can

Of Luca call, nor an Appulian.

(For the Venusian both their Borders ploughs,

A Colony of Rome, as old Fame shows,

The Sabells thence expell'd, to stop that Gate,

And be an Out-work to the Roman-State.)

Yet I'de not harm a Chicken with my will:

For shew, and countenance bearing my Quill,

Like a Sword sheath'd: which, why should I draw, not

Set on by Rogues? with Rust there may it rot

O Jové, Father and King: and none bereave

The Peace I seek. But if there do, believe

Me, they will rew't; when with my keen Style stung,

Through the whole Town they shall in Pomp be sung.

Servius, the penall Statutes (angerd) threats

Canidia to VVitch them, 'gainst whom she sets:

[Page]A mischief Turius, to all those wage Law

Where He's a Judge. That every one doth aw

Them whom He fears, with that where His strenght is,

And that, by Natures Law, appears in this:

Wolves smite with Teeth, Bulls with the Horn (This must

[...]e taught them from within.) With Scaeva trust

His long-liv'd Mother: my Head to a groat,

His pious hand shall never cut her throat.

Not his? No more then an Ox bite, a Bear

[...]k thee: But she shall die of poyson. There

Now lies his Skill. Me, whether (in effect)

The quiet Harbour of old Age exspect,

Or Death with sable wings hover about:

Rich, Poor, at Rome, or by hard Fate thrust out

[...]to Exile; in whatsoever way

Of life, I must write Verses: that's my play.

O Child! Thy Taper's neer the end I doubt,

And that some Great Man's Brave will puffe thee out.

Why? When Lucilius durst begin this way

Of writing Verses, and the skins did flay,

In which the outward-fair disguis'd their shame;

Were Laelius and He that won a Name

From Carthage-raz'd, offended with his wit?

Or did they winch, Metellus being hit?

And Lupus stript and whipt in Verse? Yet He [...]

[...]pouted his Ink on men of each degree:

None spar'd, but Vertue and her friends. Nay when

[...]ir'd were from the Stage, and Croud of Men,

Scipio's exalted Vertue, and the mild▪

Wisdom of Lelius: Till the Broth was boild,

They Both would play and toy with Him, ungirt.

Though I in wit, and in condition, short

[...] of Lucilius: Envy shall confess

Against her will, I've liv'd nevertheless

Amongst great Men: and (thinking to have stuff

Here, for her rotten Teeth) finde I am tough,

[Page]If learn'd Trebatius take Me at my rate.

Nay truly, I can finde nothing to bate.

Onely I warn thee, least through ignorance

Of setled Laws thou come to some mischance:

If any write base Verses against other,

It bears a Suite. If base, I grant: but Father,

If any write good Verses, that Man's prais'd,

Caesar the Judge. If I the street have rais'd

By barking at a Thief, my self being none:

The Bench with laughter cracks, I (freed) go Home.

SATYR VI.

He saith he lives content with what he hath, and wishes no more. Then compares the Commodities of the ease he injoyes in the Countrey, with the discommodities of businesses and troubles which accompany the City Life.

THis was my wish, a moderate Scope of Land,

A Garden with a plenteous Spring at hand:

And to crown these a Plump of Trees. Heav'n gave

Better then this. 'Tis well, no more I crave

Good Mercury: make but these things indure:

If neither by ill wayes I did procure,

Nor by ill wayes shall wast them: If I scape

Longings: O that yon Nooke, which doth mishape

My Field, were added! O that I might find

A pot of Gold! As (Hercules to Friend)

He did, who, hir'd to delve Anothers Ground,

Bought the same Land he digg'd, with what he found:

If what I have please me: If thou incline,

When I pray; Make my Flock, and all that's mine

Fat, but my wit; and as Th'ast ever done

Stand by my Great Guardian. Therefore (when being flown

Out of ROME's Cage into the Woods, I put

Discourses in rough Verse, and horse my Foot)

Nor Feavers kill me, nor Ambition's Itch,

Nor sickly Autumnes making Sextons Rich.

[Page]FATHER MATVTE: or Janus (if that style

Affect thee more) From whom their Births, and Toyle,

According to the Julian year men date:

With thee I auspicate my Work. When straight

Thou thy self hurriest me away to ROME.

To be a Surety: quick: lest some one come

Before, that's more officious. Rain, or Blow,

And though the Colds shrink day to nothing, Goe

I must: And after, wrastle through a Crowd,

And crack my Lungs, t'undoe my self aloud:

Injure, who ere is slower. Name of Mars▪

What mean you? Whose Solicitor? (Thus curse

Those men, upon whose Corns I tread) O! You

Hasting to serve Moecenas, care not who

You run ore. I'le nere lye; This grieves me not:

'Tis Musick. But anon, when I have got

Esquiliaes misty Top, Thousand Affaires

Of other men slie buzzing in mine eares,

And sting me back and sides. Roscius requests

Tomorrow, Two, you'd help him i'th' Requests.

The SECRETARIES pray you'd not forget

A Businesse that concerns the Publick, Great,

AND NEVV, TO DAY: stay Quintus, get this Bill

Sign'd by Moecenas: If I can, I will.

Nay, Thou canst doe't: and presses me. 'Tis now

A seven years past, Moecenas doth allow

[...]e of his family, only t'advise

Whom He should take into his Coach in Journeys,

To whom commit his Meddals: What's a Clock?

Which Fencer will beat (think'st thou) or which Cock?

'Tis a hard Frost: wil't bear another Coat?

With such like Trifles as are safely put

In Leaking Ears. This Prentiship have I

Serv'd under Envy's lash, more and more dayly▪

[...]ur Friend bowl'd with Moecenas th'other day:

I and they sate together at the Play:

[Page] Some men have Fortune!) Blows there through the street

A bleak news from the Change? streight all I meet;

Good man: (For thou being neere the Gods must know)

Dost hear ought of the Dacians? In sooth, No.

Thou'lt nere leave jeering. Hang me, if I do.

The lands then which the Emperour promis'd to

The Souldiers, in SICILIA shall they be

Allotted to them, or in Italy?

Swearing, I nothing know: Well, goe thy wayes

For a deep pit of Secresie! and gaze.

[...]ean while my Taper wastes: scarce time to pray:

O Fields! when shall I see you? O! when may

I, rowld in Books, or lull'd in sleep and ease,

Opium life's cares with sweet forgetfulnesse?

When shall I taste the Pythagorean Bean

With sav'ry broth, and Bacon without lean?

O nights! and suppers of the Gods! which I,

And mine, consume in my own Family;

Where my Clowns, born within doores, tear the feast

I tasted to them; Where the lawlesse guest

Dries the unequall Cups, as his Complexion

Askes soaking showres, or moderate refection.

Then talk we not of buying lands, nor school

Other mens lives: nor whether Caesar's Fool

Dance well, or not: but things of more concern,

Are our discourse, and which men ought to learn:

Whether to happinesse do more conduce

Vertue or Wealth? If we our Friends should chuse

For Ends, or Honesty. What's understood

Truly by Goods? and which is the chief Good?

My Neighbour Cervius interweaves his old

[...]ables, as thus: Arellius wealth extold

Forgetting with what cares it tortures him)

[...]e tell you a tale (quoth he) Once on a time

The Countrey Mouse receiv'd in her poor House

Hir ancient and good Friend, the Citie Mouse

[Page] A mightie Huswife, and exceeding nigh,

[...] Free in way of Hospitalitie.

[...] short, the Chich-pease she had laid for hoard,

And unthrasht Oates she setts upon the Board,

[...]ings scraps of Bacon in her Mouth, and drie

[...]ley; desiring with Varietie

Had it been possible) to have o' [...]ecame

[...] stately nicenesse of the City-Dame.

Then the Good Wife herselfe on her strawe-bed,

Leaving the best) on Chaffe and Akorne fed.

At length, her Guest: Friend▪ how canst thou indure

To live in this Rocke-side, moapt and obscure?

Wild Woods preferr'st Thou to a Towne, and Men?

Come Goe with Mee. Since All shall die, and when

Wee goe, Our Mortall Soules resolve to dust,

[...]ive happy whilst thou mayst, as one that must

[...] Nothing a while hence. Drawne by this spell,

The Countrey Mouse skips lightly from her Cell:

And Both their way unto the City keepe,

[...]ging by Night over the Walls to creepe:

And now 'twas Midnight, and her Foote each setts

[...] a Rich House: Where glittring Coverletts

Of Tyrian die, on Ivory Beds were cast,

And many O [...]falls of a great Feast past [...]

Lay in the Pantry heapt. Her Rurall Mate

[...]rayd to repose under a Clothe of State.

The City-Mouse, like an officious▪ Hoast,

[...]stirs her selfe to fetch bak'd, boyld, and Roast:

And playes the Carver, tasting All she brings,

Shee thinkes the World well chang'd; and Heavens good Things

Stretching, injoyes. When Streight ope flyes the Roome,

And tosses Both out of the wrought Couch, plomme,

[...]ing like Things distracted, but much More

When with M [...]lossian Doggs the high Roofes roare:

Then said the Countrey Mouse; No more of This,

Give Mee my Wood, my Cave, and Roots with Peace.

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Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS HIS THIRD BOOK OF DISCOURSES.

EPIST. I. To Moecenas.

He sayes he dismisses his trifling studies, and embraces' those that tend to vertue: yet so as not to swear to any Masters▪ words. And that these studies are such, that there is none but may be bettered by them, if he but lend a patient eare thereunto. In the end he refrehends the depraved judgement of men placing Vertue after Wealth and Honours, and caring more for the things of the Body then the things of the Mind.

MAecenas mention'd in my Odes, to be

Mention'd in all I write; Thou would'st have me

(Enough seen, and applauded on the Stage)

To the old sport; I have not the same Age,

Nor the same Mind. Upon Alcides post

His Arms hung up, ere his won Fame be lost;

The Fencer that is wise, retires. I heare

A voyce sound dayly in my cleansed eare,

Free an old Horse, lest he (derided) lagg,

And, broken-winded, in the last act flagg.

Therefore Love-songs, and all those toyes, Adieu:

My work is now to search what's Good, what's True:

I lay in precepts, which I straight may draw

Out for my use. If thou demand, Whose Law,

What Guide I follow: Sworn to no mans words,

To this and that side I make Tacks and Bords.

Now plung'd in billows of the Active life,

At vertues Anchor ride contemplatife,

With ARISTIPPUS now yeild to the stream,

More studying to get wealth, then to contemne.

[Page]As Nights are long to them their Mistresse fails:

To Hirelings, days: To [...]urbd Wards years are Snails:

So slow and so unpleasant my Time flowes,

Till seriously I act, as I propose,

That which alike boots rich and poor, if done,

Alike hurts young and old, if let alone.

It rests, these Rules I to my self apply.

Thy eyes will never pierce like Lynceus eye,

Scorn not to noint them though if soare they are:

Nor, of a Wrastlers strength if thou despaire,

Neglect to salve the knotted Gout. If more

's deny'd, 'tis something to have gone thus furre.

Revenge and Avarice boil in thy heart:

There's words and sounds will cut off a great part

Of thy disease. Swell'st thou with love of praise!

There is a Charm too which this Devil lays;

Reading a good Book thrice devoutly over.

The Envious, Wrathful, Sluggish, Drunkard, Lover:

No Beast so wild, but may be cam'd, if Hee

VVill unto Precepts listen patiently.

Tis Vertue, to fly Vice: and the first Staire

Of VVisdome, to want Folly. VVith what Care

Of Mind, and Toil of Body, we avoid

Mean wealth, and honours hunt (Ambition's God?)

Th' unwearied Merchant runs to farthest Ind,

Through Fire, through horrid Rocks, Riches to find:

VVhat thou thus fondly doat'st on, to despise,

Sit, learn and hear from those that are more wise.

VVhose sword hath won him Honour in true Fights,

Dusty Olympick Lawrels, that Man slights,

(Above those Toyes, and in his own self rowld.)

Gold excels silver, Vertue excels Gold.

O Romans, Romans, first seek Money; Then

Vertue. This drops from every Scriv'ners Pen▪

This is the Doctrine old and young men preach,

Carrying a black Box dangling at their Breech.

[Page]If of

This alludes to the Lex Roscia, the Law made by Roscius Otho, that he who was worth 40000 Sesterces (a certain Roman coyn) should be a Knight of Rome, and admitted to those Benches in the Theater appointed for that Order: Otherwise not.

Sesterces fourty thousand lack,

Six or seven thousand only, though you make

It up in Vertues, Courage, Eloquence,

Faith, and the like; you'r a Plebeian, Hence

But playing in the streets, the children sing

Another song: He that does well's a King.

Be this a wall of Brasse, to have within

No black Accuser, harbour no pale Sin.

Now (sadly) which is better, Otho's Law

Or the Boyes Song, which gives a Regall aw

To him does well? A song oft sung of old

By manly Curii, and Camilli bold.

Counsels he better, that says, MONEY GET,

If thou canst, well: but if not, get it yet,

That thou some piteous Play may'st neerer see?

Or he that bids thee, Brave, erect, and free,

To face proud Fortune? If ROME's people now

Object, Why plac't on our Bench vot'st not Thou

The same with us? Abhor'st not what we hate?

Affect'st not what we love? My Answer's, That

The slie Fox once to the sick Lion made:

The Footsteps that way all, make me afraid,

And from thy Den that I perceive no treads.

The people, 'Tis a Beast with many heads.

What, or whom should I follow? some by-places:

Some for rich Widowes trade with Beads and Glasses,

And feed old men with Gifts, like Fish with bread,

That they on them may afterwards be fed.

Many grow fat with Usury. But well,

Let sev'rall men have sev'rall minds. Now tell,

How long will any in the same mind stay?

Baiae? The World hath not a sweeter Bay,

The Rich man cryes: when streight the Sea and Lake

The joy of their arriving Lord partake.

Who, if an ominous Hare (forsooth) come thwart

Tomorrow, Smiths unto the THE A NUM Cart

[Page] The

To [...]ld there, which he intended at Baj [...].

Iron work. Has he at home a wife?

No life (he sayes) like to the single life.

If not, None blest (he swears) but married men.

What knot can hold this changing Pro [...]eus? Then

The poor Man (laugh) alters his eating-room,

His Barber, Bed, and Bath: and sick of Rome

As much as Rich-men that keep Barks, to float

Upon the water, goes and hires a Boat.

If thou meet one, by an ill Barber notcht,

Thou laugh'st: If one in Scarlet breeches botcht

With Frize, thou laugh'st. But what if my Mind fight

With it selfe? Seek that which it slighted, slight

That which it sought? all Rules of Life confound?

Turn like the Tyde, build, raze, change square to round?

Thou think'st me mad in fashion, and laugh'st not,

Nor that I need to have a Doctor got,

And to be plac't in Bedlam by the Mayre:

Though th'art my Patron, and consum'd with care

At the least fingers aking of thy friend

That honours thee, and doth on thee depend.

In summe, A wise man's only lesse then Jove:

Rich, free, fair, noble: last a King, above

The common rate of Kings: But chiefly sound,

That is to say,

Deriding the S [...]ick [...] who say, A wise man is happy though h [...] be sick.

Unlesse his spleen abound.

EPIST. V. TO TORQUATUS.

Hee invites Torquatus to supper, which He sayes shall be a frugall one. Exhorts him (bidding farewell to Cares, and the desire of Riches) to give himselfe to Mirth; and (seeming a little light-headed with the joy of Augustus his Birth-day) lashes out into the Prayses of drinking, Names three things whereof he is studious in His Entertainment, and the first of these, Cleanlinesse.

IF Thou (a Guest) on a joyn'd-Stool canst sup,

And in a small Mess all the Broath sup up:

[Page]I shall at home expect thee by Sun-set.

Wine thou shalt drink of middle age, and wet

Minturnae's growth hard by. If thou hast ought

That better is, command it to be brought,

And treat thy Host. Already the Logs burn,

And the scowr'd Pans shine, on thy score. Adjourn

Light Hopes, and Riches strife, and Mosco's Cause

To morrow; CAESAR's Birth-day gives a Pawse

To Toil, and leave to sleep. Without offence

We may spin out with chatting Eloquence

The Summer night. What doe I care for wealth,

Unlesse to use? 'Tis a mad kind of stealth,

For one to rob himself, t'enrich his Heire.

I'le quaffe, and sprinkle Roses, and not care

Though I'me thought wilde for this. The rare effects

Of Wine! Love, hid in Blushes, it detects:

Hopes it ensures: It makes the Coward fight:

Learned the Ignorant: The sad Heart light.

Whom have not flowing Cups Eloquent made?

Whose debts (though nere so great) have they not paid?

I am the Man: and my charge I will make it,

(Willing, and not unfit to undertake it)

To have the Forms clean-rubb'd: The Napkins such

As may not curl our Noses up to touch:

That in the Platters thou maist see thy Face:

That no false Brother carry from the Place

Ought that is spoke: That all of a Suit, bee

Septimius? Brutus? sure Cards, These▪ Let's see:

Then (if not taken up with better chear,

Or by his Girl) Sabinus shall be here.

Each Guest may bring his shadow. But the sweat

Will be offensive, if too close we set.

Thy Number, write: and (all things laid aside)

Thy Clients bobb'd, out at the back door glide.

[Page]

EPIST. X. To FVSCVS ARISTIVS.

He praises to Fuscus Aristius (a lover of the City) the Country-life, with which himself was delighted, and recounts the severall Commodities thereof. Withall deters him from ambition, which accompanies the City-life, not that of the Countrey.

TO Fuscus, the Towne's Lover, health I wish

That love the Countrey: diffring much in this,

In all else Twins. Both like, dislike, what either:

A pair of old Doves bred of Eggs together.

Thou keep'st the Nest: I love to flye abroad,

To haunt sweet Brooks, the mossie Grott, and Wood.

What wouldst thou have? I live and reign, when I

Have shun'd those things thou praisest to the sky.

And like a Comfit-maker's Prentice fled,

Cloyd with Preserves, am better pleas'd with Bread.

If one would live with all convemency's,

And first in building the Foundation is,

Where doth frank Nature thrust out such a Breast

As in the Countrey, with all good things blest?

Where is it that the Winter's warmer? Where

To cool the Dog-starres byte, is fresher aire,

And the fierce Lyon's rage, when all his heat

Th'exalted Sun poures in, to make it great?

Where does lesse envious care our sleeps dispell?

Doe Floores of Parian Marble look or smell

Like Flowers? The water when it heaves to burst

The leaden Pipes with which in streets 'tis forc't,

Runs it so pure, as when melodiously

It quavers in the Rivers Falls? Ev'n Hee

Affects t'have Trees, who in the Citie builds,

And that his house should but survey the fields.

Drive Nature with a Pitch-fork out, shee'l back

Victorious (spite of State) by'a secret Track.

He that wants skill right Scarlet to descry

From counterfeit, will not more certainly

[Page]Be cosend in a Shop, then he shall be

That knows not true from false Felicitie.

Him, whom a prosp'rous State did too much please;

Chang'd, it will shake. What thou admir'dst with ease

Thou censt not quit. Fly great things: In a Cell,

Kings, and the Friends of Kings, thy Life may excell.

The Stagg superior both in Arms and Force,

Out of the Common-Pasture drove the Horse:

Untill the vanquish'd after a long fight

Pray'd Man's assistance, and receiv'd the Bit:

But, having beat the Victor, could not now

Bit from his Mouth, nor Man from his Back throw.

So He that fearing Poverty, hath sold

Away his Liberty, better then Gold,

Shall carry a proud Lord upon his back,

And serve for ever, cause he could not lack.

Who fits not his Minde to it, his Estate

If little, pinches him: throws him, if great.

Wisely (ARISTIVS) thou wilt like thy lot,

And wilt chide Me, if mine content Me not:

If more I cark for, or if more I crave.

Who ere has Money, either 'tis his Slave,

Or 'tis his Master, as when two Men tug

At a Ropes ends: W'are dragg'd unless we drag.

Giv'n in Vacation, at that

The Romans adored Vacation as a Goddess, by the Name of V [...] cuna.

Goddess Cell:

Save that I have not Thee, perfectly well.

[Page]

EPIST. II. To LOLLIO.

He says Homer in his Poems teaches fuller and better what is honest, then some Philosophers; bringing arguments to prove the same. That in the Iliad, what are the incentives of War to foolish Kings and Nations, is described: and in the Odyssee, by Vlysses example, what vertue and wisdom can do, is shown. Then exhorts to the study of Wisdom, as that which will heal the diseases of the mind, which he reckons up. But teaches withall, that men must from their tender age accustome themselves to such like precepts.

WHilst thou (Great Lollio) in Rome doest plead,

I, in Praeneste, have all HOMER read:

Who, what's our Good, what not; what Brave, what Base,

Fuller then Crantor and Chrysippus, says.

Why I think thus, (unless thou'rt busie) hear.

The Lines, that tell how Greeks and Trojans were

Involv'd in a long War for Paris love,

Rash Kings and Nations foolishness reprove.

Antenor's Counsell was, to send the Cause

Of the War back. PARIS sayes, No: What Lawes

Compell Kings to be safe? NESTOR, to peece

The diffrence, runs, betwixt the King of Greece

And Tethy's Son: One boyling with Love's Flame,

With Anger Both. The PRINCES, They're too blame,

And the poor PEOPLE smart for't. Mischief, Strife,

Fraud, Rage, and Lust in Town, and Leaguer rife.

Again what Vertue and what Wisdom can,

He shews us in th'Example of the

Ʋlysses,

Man

Of Ithaca: who (Troy in Ashes laid)

The Towns and Manners prudently survay'd

Of many Lands: and through the Ocean vast,

Returning Home with his Companions, past

Many sharp Bru [...]ts, not to be sunk with Storms

Of adverse Chance. Thou know'st the Sirens Charms,

[Page]And Circe's Cups: which had he greedily

And fondly tasted with his Fellows, He

Had serv'd a Whorish Dame, and liv'd a Dog

On his own Vomit, or mire-wallowing Hog.

The Suitors of Penelope were meer

Puppets, made only to devour good Cheer:

Raskals, who minded nothing but their skin,

And, that perfum'd and sleek, to sleep therein

Till it was Noon: then thought it brave, to wake

With the same Lutes with which they rest did take.

Doe Thieves sit up all Night to kill and steal?

And cannot we rise to intend our Weal?

But if in health, thou wilt not stir about,

Hereafter thou shalt run (though with the Gout)

To a Physitian: and unless thou knock

For Candle, and a Book, with the first Cock:

Unless to Studies, and to honest Things

Thou bend thy Mind; with Love's or Envy's stings

Thou'lt lie awake tormented. If a Fly

Get in thy Eye, 'tis puld out instantly:

But if thy Mindes Ey's hurt, day after day

That Cure's deferr'd. Set forth, thou'rt half thy way.

Dare to be wise: Begin: He that to rule

And square his Life, prolongs, is like the Foole

Who staid to have the River first pass by:

Which rowles and rowles to all Eternity.

Money is sought, and a Rich Wife for Brood,

And a sharp Culter tames the savage Wood.

Let Him that has enough, desire no more.

Not House and Land, nor Gold and Silver Oare,

The Body's Sickness, or the Mind's dispell.

To rellish Wealth, the palat must be well.

Who fears, or Covets: House to him and Ground,

Are Pictures to blind men, Incentives bound

About a gouty Limb, Musick t'an eare

Dam'd up with filth. A vessell not sincere

[Page]Sowres whatsoere you pour into't. Abstain

From pleasures: Pleasure hurts, that's bought with pain.

The Cov'tous alwayes want: your pray'rs designe

To some fixt mark. The Envious man doth pine

To see another fat: Envy's a Rack:

Worse, no Sicilian. Tyrant ere did make.

Who cannot temper wrath, will wish undone

What, in his haste, he may have done to one,

To whom he (possibly) would be most kind.

Anger is a short madnesse: Rule thy mind:

Which reignes, if it obeys not: fetter it

With chains, restrain it with an Iron bit.

Th [...] Quiry moulds the Horses tender mouth

T'his Riders will. The Beagle from his Youth

Is train'd up to the woods, being taught to ball

(A Whelp) at the Bucks heads naild in the Hall.

Now Boy, in the white paper of thy breast

Write VERTUE: Now suck precepts from the Best.

A pot, well season'd holds the primitive tast

A long time after. If thou make no hast,

Or spur to over-run me, I am One

For none will stay, and will contend with none.

AUSONIUS His ROSES. EDYL. 14.

'TWas Spring; and (bitter-sweet) the Saffron Morn

Blew hot, and cold from Amalthea's Horn.

A brisker gale usher'd Aurora's Ray,

And bad her Steeds out-strip the winged day.

Between the Gardens water'd beds I went,

Apollo's growing fury to prevent.

On the bent grasse I saw congealed drops,

And Crystall pendants on the pot-hearbs tops.

[Page]Broad Cabbages from leaf to leaf distill'd

The Orient Pearle, and all their bottles fill'd.

The hoarie Fruit-trees here and there a Gem

Had candi'd ore, to melt with the first [...]eam.

The Rose-trees in their Pestan Scarlet laught,

And with red lips the Mornings Nectar quaft.

'Tis doubted whether HESPER borrowed,

Or lent, that paint, and dy'd the Roses red.

One deaw, one colour, one Celestiall power

Of both: For they are VENUS Star and Flower.

Perchance one odour too: but That being high,

Expires ith'aire: This, throws her Incense nigh.

The PAPHYAN Mistresse of the Flow'r and Starre,

Bade both her servants the same Liv'ry weare.

The moment came when on opposed Banks

The flowrie Squadrons plac'd themselves in Ranks.

One lay conceal'd in her Leaves close green-hood:

Another peeping through the Lattice stood.

This opes her first aspiring Pyramed,

And ends it in a crimson poynted head.

That looz'd her garment (gather'd in her lap)

And in her native silks her self did wrap;

Uncovers, Now, her laughing Cup, and showes

The golden Tuft which in her bottome growes.

She, that but now shone drest in all her haire,

Stands pale; forsook ev'n by those leaves she bare▪

So sudden change I wondred to behold,

And Roses in their Infancy grown old.

Whilst I speak This, those envy'd Beauties shed

Their glorious locks: earth cover'd with their dead.

So many kinds, so many births of Flow'rs,

One day discloses, and one day devours.

NATURE, why mad'st thou fading Flow'rs, so gay?

Why shewd'st us gifts, to snatch them streight away?

A day's a Roses Age. How neere do meet

(Poore Bloomed) thy Cradle, and thy Winding-sheet?

[Page]Her whom the rising Sun saw newly born,

He sees a witherd corps at his return.

Yet, well with them: Who, though they quickly dye,

Survive themselves in their posterity.

Gather your Roses Virgins, whil'st they'r new:

For, being past, no Spring returns to You.

VIRGILS BƲLL. Out of his Third Book of Georgicks.

A Beauteous Heyfer feeds in a great Wood:

For whom two Bulls exchange thick wounds: black blood

Flowes largely from them both; and their sharp horns,

Whil'st either bearing on his Rivall turns,

They drive in with huge groans. The bell [...]wing ground,

And the Celestiall Bull, report their sound.

Nor is't the fashion when the War is done,

For these stout Combatants to live in one

And the same Field. The vanquish't quits the place,

Exil'd in parts far off: his own disgrace

Lamenting deep, and the proud Victors blowes,

Also the Love he (unreveng'd) did lose:

And, casting back a ruefull look, is fain

To leave the Pastures where his Sire did raign:

With all care therefore he doth exercise

His strength, and nightly on the hard stones lies

Without his Litter, feeding on rough boughs,

And on sharp Flags penuriously doth browze:

And tries himself, and practises on Oaks

To clash with horns, provokes the wind with stroaks:

And, spurning up the sand with angry feet,

Before the fight doth flourish, having knit

[Page]His slackned Nervs, he doth his Trumpet blow,

And rushes headlong on his secure Foe:

As when a Billow in the midst o'th' Maine

Began to Foam, and gathers a long Train

Advancing through the Deep: and rowld to Land

Roares in the Rocks, nor overlays the Strand

Less heavie then a Mountain: but boils up

With curling Whirlpools to the Ocean's top,

And throws high Works up of black Sand.

The END.

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Selected parts of Horace, prince of lyricks; and of all the Latin poets the fullest fraught with excellent morality. Concluding with a piece out of Ausonius. and another out of Virgil. Now newly put into English.

Horace.

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— Selected parts of Horace, prince of lyricks; and of all the Latin poets the fullest fraught with excellent morality. Concluding with a piece out of Ausonius. and another out of Virgil. Now newly put into English., Horace., Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666., Virgil., Ausonius, Decimus Magnus..

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Printed for M.M. Gabriel Bedell, and T. Collins, and are to be sold at their shop at the middle-Temple-gate,. London :: 1652.. (Translated by Sir Richard Fanshawe, whose interlocked initials appear in a title-page engraving.) (Latin and English verse on facing pages.) (Duplicate pagination.) (With a final errata leaf.) (The title page is in two states, the same setting but varying in details of spacing. The motto "Dux vitæ ratio" is either (1) above or (2) below the title-page engraving.) (Annotation on Thomason copy: "Aprill. 16".) (Reproduction of the original in the British Library.)

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