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'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store,
Another, not to heed to treasure more ;
Glad, like a Boy, to snatch the first good day,
And pleas’d, if sordid want be far away. 295

28 What is't to me (a passenger God wot) Whether

my

vessel be first-rate or not? The Ship it self may make a better figure, But I that fail, am neither less nor bigger. I neither strut with ev'ry fav’ring breath, 300 Nor strive with all the tempeft in my teeth. In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd Behind the foremost, and before the last.

• 29" But why all this of Av'rice? I have none." I wish you joy, Sir, of a Tyrant gone : 305 But does no other lord it at this hour, As wild and mad ? the Avarice of pow'r ? Does neither Rage inflame, nor Fear appall ? Not the black fear of death, that saddens all ? .

An potiùs, puer ut feftis Quinquatribus olim,
Exiguo gratoque fruaris tempore raptim.
28 Pauperies immunda domús procul abit. ego, utrum
Nave ferar magnà an parvâ ; ferar unus & idem.
Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone secundo :
Non tamen adverfis ætatem ducimus Auftris.

Viribus, ingenio, Specie, virtute, loco, re,
Extremi primorum, extremis usque priores.

29 Nor es avarus: abi. quid? cætera jam simul ifto Cum vitio fugere ? caret tibi peetus inani Ambisione ? caret mortis formidine & ira?

With

With terrors round, can Reason hold her throne, 310
Despise the known, nor tremble at th’unknown?
Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,
In spight of witches, devils, dreams, and fire ?
Pleas’d to look forward, pleas'd to look behind,
And count each birth-day with a grateful mind? 315
Has life no fourness, drawn so near its end ?
Can'ft thou endure a foe, forgive a friend ?
Has
age

but melted the rough parts away,
As winter-fruits grow mild e'er they decay ?
Or will you think, my friend, your business done, 320
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one ?

30 Learn to live well, or fairly make your You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your fill : Walk sober off; before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: 325 Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, Whom Folly pleases, and whole Follies please.

will;

Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, sagas,
No&urnos lemures, portentaque Theffala rides?
Natales gratè numeras ? ignoscis amicis ?
Lenior & melior fis accedente senectâ ?
Quid te exemta juvat spinis de pluribus una?

30 Vivere si rectè nescis, decede peritis.
Lusiti satìs, edifti fatìs, atque bibiffi :
Tempus abire tibi eft : ne potum largius æqu49
Rideat, & paljet lafciga decentiùs alas.

THE

Of the FOURTH BOOK of

H OR A CE.

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TO VENUS.
GAIN? new Tumults in my breast ;

Ah spare me, Venus ! let me, let me rest!
I am not now, alas ! the man
As in the gentle Reign of My Queen Anne.

Ah found no more thy soft alarms,
Nor circle sober fifty with thy Charms.

Mother too fierce of dear Defires !
Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires.

To Number five direct your Doves,
There spread round M** y all your blooming Loves ;

Noble and young, who strikes the heart
With every sprightly, every decent part ;

Equal, the injur'd to defend,
To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend.

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NTERMISSA Venus diu
Rursus bella moves ? parce precor, precor !

Non fum qualis eram, bone
Sub regno Cynaræ : Define, dulcium

Mater sava Cupidinum,
Circa luftra decem fle&tere mollibus

Jam durum imperiis : abi
Quo blandæ juvenum te revocant preces.

Tempestiviùs in domo
Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus,

He,

ODE I. BOOK IV, &c.

97

He, with a hundred Arts refind,
Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind :

To him each Rival shall submit,
Make but his Riches equal to his Wit.

Then shall thy Form the Marble grace, (Thy Græcian Form, and Chloe lend the Face ;

His House, embosom'd in the Grove, Sacred to social life and social love,

Shall glitter o'er the pendent green,
Where Thames reflects the visionary scene :

Thither, the filver-founding Lyres
Shall call the smiling Loves, and young Desires ;

There, every Grace and Muse shall throng,
Exalt the dance, or animate the song ;

There Youths and Nymphs, in consort gay,
Shall hail the rising, close the parting day.

With me, alas ! those joys are o'er ;
For me, the vernal garlands bloom no more.

Camerabere Maximi,
Si torrere jecur quæris idoneum.

Namque & nobilis & decens,
Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis,

Et centum puer artium, Latè figna feret militiæ tuæ.

Et quandoque potentior
Largis muneribus riserit æmuli,

Albanos prope te lacus
Ponet marmoream, fub trabe citrea.

Illic plurima naribus
Duces thura; lyræque &° Berecynthiæ

Delectabere tibia
Miffis carminibus, non fine fiftulâ.

Adieu !

now

Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire, The still believing, still-renew'd defire ;

Adica ! the heart-expanding bowl, And all the kind Deceivers of the foul !

But why ? ah tell me, ah too dear! Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear ?

Why words to flowing, thoughts so free, Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee ?

Thee, drest in Fancy's airy beam, Absent I follow throʻ th' extended Dream ;

Now, now I seize, I clasp thy charms, And

you burst, (ah cruel !) from my arms, And swiftly shoot along the Mall, Or softly glide by the Canal,

Now shown by Cynthia's filver ray, And on rolling waters snatch'd

away.
Illic bis pueri die
Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum

Laudantes, fede candido
In morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Me nec femina, nec puer.
Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui,

Nec certare juvat mero :
Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur, heu ! Ligurine, cur
Manat rira meas lacryma per genas ?

Cur facunda parum decoro
Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ?

Noturnis te ego fomniis
Jam captum teneo : jam volucrem sequor

Te, per gramina Martii
Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles,

now,

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