THE THIRD ODE of the FIRST BOOK OF HOR A CE. Infcribed to the Earl of RosCOMMON, on his intended Voyage to Ireland. So may th' aufpicious queen of love, And the twin ftars the feed of Jove, And he who rules the raging wind, As thou, to whom the Mufe commends Y 2 } Nor Nor fear'd the winds contending roar, Nor billows beating on the fhore; The more confin'd, the more he tries, Thus bold Prometheus did aspire, And ftole from Heaven the feeds of fire: The robber's blazing track pursue: In fwarms th' offending wretch surround, This made not Dædalus beware, With borrow'd wings to fail in air : To hell Alcides forc'd his way, Plung'd through the lake, and snatch'd the prey. Nay fcarce the Gods, or heavenly climes, Are fafe from our audacious crimes; We reach at Jove's imperial crown, And pull th' unwilling thunder down. The NINTH ODE of the FIRST BOOK of HORACE. I. BEHOLD yon mountain's hoary height Made higher with new mounts` of fnow; Again behold the winter's weight Oppress the labouring woods below: And ftreams, with icy fetters bound, Benumb'd and crampt to folid ground. II. With well-heap'd logs diffolve the cold, And fprightly wit and love inspires : III. Let him alone, with what he made, The winds by his commiffion blow;] IV. To-morrow and her works defy, Lay hold upon the present hour, And fnatch the pleafures paffing by, To put them out of fortune's power: Nor love, nor love's delights difdain; Whate'er thou gett'st to-day, is gain. V. Secure thofe golden early joys, That youth unfour'd with forrow bears, The best is but in feafon beft. VI. Th' appointed hour of promis'd blifs, The laugh that guides thee to the mark, Thefe, these are joys the Gods for youth ordain. } } The |