There filver rivers through enamel'd meadows glide, And golden trees enrich their fide; Which by the bleft are gathered For bracelets to the arm, and garlands to the head. Had try'd it on his body' in vain) Dipt now his foul in Stygian lake, Which did from thence a divine hardness take, That does from paffion and from vice invulnerable make. To Theron, Muse! bring back thy wandering song, How, noble archer! do thy wanton arrows fly Thy founding quiver can ne'er emptied be: Wallows Wallows in wealth, and runs a turning maze, Art, instead of mounting high, About her humble food does hovering fly; Like the ignoble crow, rapine and noife does love; Defeats the ftrong, o'ertakes the flying prey, His foaring wings among the clouds. Leave, wanton Mufe! thy roving flight; And Theron be the White. And, left the name of verfe should give To take in vain, No more than Gods do that of Styx prophane), No man near him fhould be poor; Swear, that none e'er had fuch a graceful art With an unenvious hand, and an unbounded heart. But But in this thankless world the givers Left men should think we owe. Such monsters, Theron! has thy virtue found: Thy fecure honour cannot wound; Is equally impoffible! THE THE FIRST NEMEAAN ODE OF PINDA R. Chromius, the fon of Agefidamus, a young gentleman of Sicily, is celebrated for having won the prize of the chariot-race in the Nemean games (a folemnity inftituted first to celebrate the funeral of Opheltes, as is at large defcribed by Statius; and afterwards continued every third year, with an extraordinary conflux of all Greece, and with incredible honour to the conquerors in all the exercises there practifed) upon which occafion the poet begins with the commendation of his country, which I take to have been Ortygia (an island belonging to Sicily, and a part of Syracufe, being joined to it by a bridge) though the title of the Ode call him Ætnæan Chromius, perhaps because he was made governor of that town by Hieron. From thence he falls into the praise of Chromius's perfon, which he draws from his great endowments of mind and body, and most especially from his hofpitality, and the worthy ufe of his riches. He likens his beginning to that of Hercules ; and, according to his ufual manner of being transported with any good hint that meets him in his way, paffing into a digreffion of Hercules, and his flaying the two ferpents in his cradle, concludes the Ode with that history. Eauteous Ortygia! the firft breathing-place Fair Delos' fifter, the child-bed 3 Th' ori, Th' original new-moon! Who faw'ft her tender forehead ere the horns were grown! Who, like a gentle scion newly started out, From Syracufa's fide doft sprout! Thee first my song does greet, With Jove my fong; this happy man, Nor ought he therefore like it lefs, But caft a weaker light, Through earth, and air, and seas, and up to th' heavenly vault. T |