Prudence, ftifling Infant-Strife; Friendship, Remedy of Life; Truft, in mutual Faith fecure; Transport generous and pure, Kind while each their Care employs Griefs to part, and double Joys, Joys to Libertines unknown, Fruits of Wedlock Truth alone; Joys that Angels may approve, Show'r thine Influence from on high, Author of the Nuptial Tye; Show'r thy Graces, Holy Dove! God of Peace, and God of Love! VIII. When late the Summons from above Parts the Life, but not the Love, Re Resign'd and calm may She or I Void of Fear, and void of Pain! For tedious Years may neither moan, May neither, long condemn'd to stay, Soon to meet, and part no more, In Heav'n where Love and Joys are known Heav'n our last Wish and farthest Aim! Mystick Marriage of the Lamb! Show'r thine Influence from on high, Author of the Nuptial Tye; Show'r thy Graces, Holy Dove! God of Peace, and God of Love! HORACE, O DE XII. BOOK II. N° To MECENAS. 1. more the feeble Lyre perfuade So bold a Theme to dare, The Sea with Punick Slaughter red, The fierce Numantian War; II. Or drunken Centaurs, favage Brood! Or Titans, Rebel Crew! Whom Gods combin'd, with Terror view'd, Whom great Alcides flew. III. You in Historic Profe may tell IV. Lici IV. Licinia's fofter Victory, That pleasing Theme be mine, Her Voice, her Wit, her sparkling Eye, And Heart that beats to thine. V. When on Diana's facred Day, The beauteous Choirs advance; Graceful each Virgin moves, but she VI. Macenas, fay does Phrygia bear, Or can Arabia fend Treasure, for which you would a Hair Of your Licinia lend? VII. Reclining, while fhe now complies, With foft Reluctance now denies The easy-ravish'd Bliss. PARAPHASE on the viiith P S AL M. God! how glorious is thy Name! Thy Praife Heav'n's highest Orbs [proclaim, And distant Earth refounds the fame. Thro' all thy Works fuch Pow'r appears; Such Wonders strike our Eyes and Ears So bright, fo quick on ev'ry Sense Dart all thy Rays of Excellence: They loose the stamm'ring Infant's Tongue, And fucking Babes excite to Song, The rustic Idiot looks on high, And streight he's taught Philofophy: No Books he wants, no Terms of Art; |