III. But fhe, the cunning'ft jade alive, Says, 'tis the ready way to thrive, By sharing female bounties:* IV. Then tells of smooth young pages whipp'd, Are nightly now compell'd to trudge V. But Val the eunuch cannot be A colder cavalier than he, In all fuch love-adventures : VI. Bellair (who does not Bellair know? Full oft has beat a parley. VII. But VII. But, pretty turtle, when the blade HORACE. BOOK IV. ODE IX; I. ERSES immortal as my bays I fing, VE When fuited to my trembling ftring: When by ftrange art both voice and lyre agree All poets are by their blind captain led, (For none e'er had the facrilegious pride To tear the well-plac'd laurel from his aged head.) Hath still this praise, that none presume to fly Sing sweeter than the bird which on it hung. Love from every verse does flow; II. Golden II. Golden rings of flowing hair More than Helen did enfnare; To direct arrows from the bended yew. Though hireling gods rebuilt its nodding wall. Was Sthenelus the only valiant he, A fubject fit for lasting poetry? Was Hector that prodigious man alone, Who, to fave others lives, expos'd his own? Was only he fo brave to dare his fate, And be the pillar of a tottering state? III. Virtue with floth, and cowards with the brave, If they no poet have. But I will lay my music by, And bid the mournful strings in filence lie; Unless my fongs begin and end with you, Should Should fortune change your happy state, Where no rich vices, gilded baits, prevail: What all the meaner world fo dearly prize: With the fmall circle of one fhort-liv'd year: Your luftre, great as theirs, finds no decay, IV. We barbarously call those bleft, Who are of largeft tenements poffeft, Whilft fwelling coffers break their owner's reft. Govern that little empire, Man; Bridle their paffions and direct their will Through all the glittering paths of charming ill; Smile at the doubtful tide of Fate, And fcorn alike her friendship and her hate; Loth to purchase life fo dear; } } But kindly for their friend embrace cold Death, TRANSLATION of the following VERSE from LUCA N. "Victrix caufa Diis placuit, fed victa Catoni." The Gods and Cato did in this divide, TO MR. EDMUND SMIT H. Μ' UN, rarely credit Common Fame, Nor in her vifits can the spare For inftance:-Chloe's bloom did boaft |