II. Since to fome day propitious and great, Το my Corvinus' health thou fhalt go round, (Since thou art ripen'd for to-day, And longer age would bring decay) Till every anxious thought in the rich stream be drown'd. III. To thee my friend his roughness shall submit, Thus when old Cato would fometimes unbend Stern and fevere, the Stoic quaff'd his bowl, His frozen virtue felt the charm, And foon grew pleas'd, and foon grew warm, And blefs'd the fprightly power that chear'd his gloomy foul. IV. With kind conftraint ill-nature thou doft bend,. And mould the fnarling cynic to a friend. Finds all he knows fumm'd up in thee, And by thy power unlock'd, grows eafy, gay, and free. The fwain, who did fome credulous nymph perfuade To grant him all, inspir'd by thee, Devotes her to his vanity, And to his fellow-fops toafts the abandon'd maid. V. The V. The wretch who, press'd beneath a load of cares, And to the god resign his breast, Where hopes of better days, and better things return.-` VI. The labouring hind, who with hard toil and pains, And vows to be a flave, to be a wretch, no more. VII. Fair Queen of Love, and thou great God of Wine, All that to mirth and friendship do incline, Four beams fhall yield to none, but his who brings the day. HORACE, ON HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE I. TO VENUS. my breaft NCE more the Queen of Love invades Late, with long cafe and peaceful pleasures bleft; Spare, fpare the wretch, that ftill has been thy flave, And let my former fervice have The merit to protect me to the grave. Much am I chang'd from what I once have been, Blefs'd in the gentle fway of an indulgent queen. With pain my neck beneath thy yoke I bow. To youthful breafts, to mirth and gaiety? To Damon thee their goddefs bear, Worthy to be thy flave, and fit for thy command. Beyond his rivals with fuccefs, In gold and marble fhall thy ftatues stand. } } Beneath Beneath the facred shade of Odel's wood, Or on the banks of Oufe's gentle flood, Till the fair ftream, and wood, and love itself decays, Thy votaries, the nymphs and fwains, In melting foft harmonious ftrains, } Mix'd with the fofter flutes, fhall tell their flames by turns. As love and beauty with the light are born, So with the day thy honours fhall return; And twice the Salian measures round thy altar tread. The Queen of Love, and God of Wit, Together rife, together fit: But, goddefs, do thou stay, and blefs alone the night. To hope for truth from the protesting maid. With love the fprightly joys of wine are fled; That us'd to fhade and crown my brow, And round my chearful temples fragrant odours shed. And And when my ftruggling thoughts for paffage ftrove, Why did my tongue refufe to move; Tell me can this be any thing but love? Still with the night my dreams my griefs renew, Still the is prefent to my eyes, And ftill in vain I, as the flies, O'er woods, and plains, and seas, the scornful maid purfue. HORACE, BOOK I. EPISTLE IV. IMITATED. то RICHARD THORNHILL, Esq*. HORNHILL, whom doubly to THO The critic's art, and candour of a friend, Say what thou doft in thy retirement find, Worthy the labours of thy active mind; Thou and thy thoughts do from the world remove, And *Who fought the duel with Sir Cholmondley Deering. |