HOR. LIB. III. ODE IX.

AD LYDIAM.

HOR.

DONEC gratus eram tibi,

Nec quifquam, potior brachia candida
Cervici juvenis dabat,

Perfarum vigui Rege beatior.

LYD. Donec non alia magis

Arfifti, neque erat Lydia poft Chloën,

Multi Lydia nominis

Romanâ vigui clarior Iliâ.

HOR. Me nunc Creffa Chloë regit,

Dulces docta modos, et Citharæ fciens:

Pro qua non metuam mori,

Si parcent animæ fata fuperftiti.

LYD. Me torret face mutuâ

Thurini Calaïs filius Ornithi:

Pro quo bis patiar mori

Si parcent puero fata superstiti.

HOR. Quid, fi prifca redit Venus? Diductofque jugo cogit aheneo?

Si flava excutitur Chloë,
Rejectaque patet janua Lydia?

LYD. Quanquam fidere pulchrior

Ille eft, tu levior cortice, et improbo
Iracundior Adrià,

Tecum vivere amem, tecum. obeam libens.

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THE RECONCILEMENT BETWEEN

JACOB TONSON AND MR. CONGREVE.

AN IMITATION OF HOR. BOOK III. ODE IX.

TONSON.

WHILE at my house in Fleetstreet once you lay
How merrily, dear Sir! time pass'd away?
While "I partook your wine, your wit, and mirth,
"I was the happiest creature on God's yearth *.”
CON. While in your early days of reputation
You for blue garters had not fuch a paffion,
While yet you did not use (as now your trade is)
To drink with noble lords and toast their ladies,
Thou, Jacob Tonfon! wert to my conceiving
The cheerfulleft, best, honestest, fellow living.

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TON. I'm in with Captain Vanbrug at the present, A most sweet natur'd gentleman and pleasant! He writes your comedies, draws fchemes and models, And builds dukes' houfes upon very odd hills; For him fo much I dote on him that I

If I was fure to go to heav'n would die.

CON. Temple and Delaval are now my party, Men that are tam Mercurio both quam Marte; And tho' for them I fhall scarce go to heav'n, Yet I can drink with them fix nights in fev'n.

* Tonfon (Sen.) his dialect.

+ Sir Richard Temple, afterwards Lord Cobham.

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TON. What if from Van's dear arms I fhould retire
And once more warm my bunnians + at your fire?
If I to Bowfreet fhould invite you home,
And fet a bed up in my dining-room,

Tell me, dear Mr. Congreve! would you come?
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Were ten times more my joy and heart's delight,
Tho' civil perfons they, you ruder were,
And had more humours than a dancing bear,
Yet for your fake I'd bid them both adieu,
And live and die, dear Bob! with only you.

HOR. LIB. III. ODE XXI.

AD AMPHORAM.

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ONATA

NATA mecum Confule Manlio,

Seu tu querclas, five geris jocos,

Seu rixam, et infanos amores,

Seu facilem, pia testa, fomnum:

II.

Quocunque lectum nomine Mafficum

Servas, moveri digna bono die:

Defcende, Corvino jubente,

Promere languidiora vina.

Non ille, quanquam Socraticis madet

Sermonibus, te negliget horridus:

+Jacob's term for his corns.

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Narratur et prifci Catonis

Sæpè mero caluisse virtus.

IV.

Tu lene tormentum ingenio admoves
Plerumque duro: tu fapientium

Curas, et arcanum jocofo

Confilium retegis Lyxo.

V.

Tu fpem reducis mentibus anxiis,
Virefque, et addis cornua pauperi,
Poft te neque iratos trementi

Regum apices, neque militum arma.

VI.

Te Liber, et, fi læta aderit Venus,
Segnefque nodum folvere Gratiæ,
Vivæque producent lucerne,
Dum rediens fugat aftra Phoebus.

HORACE, BOOK III. ODE XXI.

TO HIS CASK.

I.

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HAIL, gentle Cafk! whose venerable head,
With hoary down and ancient dust o'erspread,
Proclaims that fince the vine first brought thee forth
Old age has added to thy worth,

Whether the sprightly juice thou doft contain

Thy votaries will to wit and love

Or fenfelefs noife and lewdness move,

Or fleep, the cure of these and ev'ry other pain.

II.

Since to fome day propitious and great
Juftly at first thou was defign'd by Fate,
This day, the happieft of thy many years,
With thee I will forget my cares;

To my Corvinus' health thou shalt go round,
(Since thou art ripen'd for to-day,

And longer age would bring decay)

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Till ev'ry anxious thought in the rich ftream-be

To thee my friend his roughness shall submit,
And Socrates himself a while forget.

Thus when old Cato would fometimes unbend
The rugged stiffness of his mind,

Stern and fevere the Stoick quaff'd his bowl,
His frozen virtue felt the charm,

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And foon grew pleas'd and foon grew warm, [foul. And blefs'dthefprightlypow'r that cheer'd his gloomy

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With kind constraint illnature thou dost bend, 25
And mould the fnarling Cynick to a friend.
The fage referv'd, and fam'd for gravity,
Finds all he knows fumm'd up in thee,

And bythy pow'r unlock'd grows easy,gay,and free.
The fwain who did fome cred'lous nymph perfuade
To grant him all, infpir'd by thee

Devotes her to his vanity,

And to his fellow fops toafts the abandon'd maid.

V.

The wretch who prefs'd beneath a load of cares,
And lab'ring with continual woes despairs,

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