Selected PARTS OF HO …

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.

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HORACE HIS FIRST BOOK OF SONGS.

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 2]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 3]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 4]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.

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 6]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 7]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 8]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 9]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 10]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 11]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.

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.

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.

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 15]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.
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 17]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.
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 19]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.
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 21]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.

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.

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 24]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
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
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.

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
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?

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:
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,
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 32]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,
[...]
[Page 33]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.

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:
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.

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.
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.

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,
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.

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,
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 42]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 43]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 44]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 45]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 46]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 47]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 48]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.

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 50]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 51]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 52]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:
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.
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.

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 56]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 57]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 58]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.

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.
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.

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 62]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 63]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 64]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 65]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 66]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 67]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 68]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,
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.

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 2]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 3]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 4]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.

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 6]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 7]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 8]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 9] 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 10]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 11]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.

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.

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.

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 15]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.
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 17]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.
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 19]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.
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 21]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.

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.

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 24]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,
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,
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.

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.
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.

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:
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.
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 32]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,
[...]
[Page 33]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.

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.
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.

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.
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.

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▪
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.

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.
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 42]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 43]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 45]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 45]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 46]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 47]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.

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.

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 50]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 51]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:
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:
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.
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.

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 56]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 57]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 58]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.

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.
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.

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 62]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 63]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 64]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 65]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 66]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 67]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 68]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,
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:

Diſcourſes OF HORACE …

Discourses OF HORACE, Divided into SATYRS and EPISTLES.

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 72]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 73]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 74]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 75]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.

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 77]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 78]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 79]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 80]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 81]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.

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 84]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 85]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 86]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 87]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.

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 89]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.

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 91]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 92]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 93]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 94]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 95]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.

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 72]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 73]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 74]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 75]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.

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 77] 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 78]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 79]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 80]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 81] 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 82] 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.

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 84]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 85]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 86] 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 87]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.

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 89]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.

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 91]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 92]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 93]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 94]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 95]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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