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Here unoblique the Bull and Scorpion rise, Nor mount too swift, nor leave too foon the skies 5 905 Nor Libra does too long the Ram attend, Nor bids the Maid the fishy sign descend. The Boys and Centaur justly time divide, · And equally their several seafons guide: Alike the Crab and wintery Goat return,

910 Alike the Lion" and the flowing Urn. If any

farther nations yet are known,
Beyond the Libyan fires, and scorching zone ;
· Northward from them the sun's bright course is made,

And to the fouthward-strikes the leaning thade : 915
There flow Boötes, with his lazy wain
Descending, feems to reach the watery main.
Of all the lights which high above they see,
No star what-e'er from Neptune's waves is free,
The whirling axle drives them round, and plunges

in the sea.
Before the temple's entrance, at the gate,
Attending crouds of eastern pilgrims wait:
These from the horned god expect relief :
But all give way before the Latian chief.
His hoft, (as crouds are fuperftitious ftill)
Curious of fate, of future good and ill,
And fond to prove prophetic Ammon's skill,
Intreat their leader to the god would go,
And from his oracle Rome's fortunes know :
But Labienus chief the thought approv'd,

930 And thus the common fuit to Cato mov'd :

Chance, and the fortune of the way, he said, Have brought Jove's facred counsels to our aid :


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This greatest of the gods, this mighty chief,
In each redress shall be a sure relief ;

Shall point the distant dangers from afar,
And teach the future fortunes of the war.
To thee, o Cato! pious ! wise! and just!
Their dark decrees the cautious gods shall trust;
To thee their fore-determin'd will shall tell :

94 Their will has been thy law, and thou hast kept it well. Fate bids thee now the noble thought improve ; Fate brings thee here, to meet and talk with Jove. Inquire betimes, what various chance shall come To impious Cæfar, and thy native Rome; Try to avert, at least, thy country's doom. Alk if there arms our freedom shall restore: Or else, if laws and right shall be no more. Be thy great breast with sacred knowledge fraught, To lead us in the wandering maze of thought: Thou, that to virtue ever wert inclin'd Learn what it is, how certainly defin'd, And leave some perfect rule to guide mankind.

Full of the god that dwelt within his breast, The hero thus his secret mind express’d,

955 And in-born truths reveal’d; truths which might well Become ev'n oracles themselves to tell.

Where would thy fond, thy vain enquiry go ? What mystic fate, what secret, would'st thou know? Is it a doubt if death should be my doom, Rather than live till kings and bondage come, Rather than see a tyrant crown'd in Rome ? Or would'st thou know if, what we value here, Life, be a trifle hardly worth our care ? Dd







What by old age and length of days we gain,
More than to lengthen out the sense of pain ?
Of if this world, with all its forces join'd,
The universal malice of mankind,
Can shake or hurt the brave and honest mind?
If Itable virtue can her ground maintain,

Whilst fortune feebly threats and frowns in vain ?
If truth and juftness with uprightness dwell,
And honesty consist in meaning well ?
If right be independent of success,
And conquest cannot make it more nor less ?

973 Are these, my friend, the secrets thou would't know, Those doubts for which to oracles we go? 'Tis known, 'tis plain, 'tis all already told, And horned Ammon can no more unfold. From God deriv’d, to God by nature join'd, We act the dictates of his mighty mind : And though our priests are mute, and temples still, God never wants a voice to speak his will. When first we from the teeming womb were brought, With in-born precepts then our souls were fraught, And then the maker his new creatures taught. Then when he form'd, and gave us to be men, He gave us all our useful knowledge, then. Canst thou believe, the vast eternal mind Was e'er to Syrts and Libyan sands confin'd ?

990 That he would choose this waste, this barren ground,

To teach the thin inhabitants around, . And leave his truth in wilds and deferts drownd ?



Is there a place that God would choose to love
Beyond this earth, the seas, yon heaven above,
And virtuous minds, the noblest throne for Jove ?
Why seek we farther then ? behold around,
How all thou seeft does with the god abound,
Jove is alike in all, and always to be found.
Let those weak minds, who live in doubt and fear, 1000
To juggling priests for oracles repair ;
One certain hour of death to each decreed,
My fix’d, my certain soul from doubt has freed.
The coward and the brave are doom'd to fall;
And when Jove told this truth, he told us all. 1005
So spoke the hero ; and, to keep his word,
Nor Ammon, nor his oracle explor'd ;
But left the croud at freedom to believe,
And take such answers as the priest should give.

Foremost on foot he treads the burning sand, 2010,
Bearing his arms in his own patient hand;
Scorning another's weary neck to press,
Or in a lazy chariot loll at ease :
The panting foldier at his toil succeeds,
Where no command, but great example leads. 1015.
Sparing of fleep, till for the rest he wakes,
And at the fountain, last, his thirst he Nakes ;
Whene'er by chance fome living itream is found,
He stands, and sees the cooling draughts go round,
Stays till the last and meanest drudge be past, 1020
And, till his slaves have drunk, disdains to taste.
If true good men deserve immortal fame,
If virtue, though distress’d, be still the same;
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Whate'er our fathers greatly dar'd to do,
Whate'er they bravely bore, and wisely knew,
Their virtues all are his, and all their praise his due.
Whoe'er, with battles fortunately fought,
Whoe'er, with Roman blood, such honours brought?
{This, triumph, this, on Libya's utmost bound,
With death and desolation compafs'd round, : IQ30
To all thy glories, Pompey, I prefer,
Thy trophies, and thy third triumphal car,
To Marius’mighty name, and great Jugurthine war.
His country's father here, O Rome, behold,
Worthy thy temples, priests, and shrines of gold! 1035
If e'er thou break'st thy lordly master's chain,
If liberty be e'er restor'd again,
Him shalt thou place in thy divine abodes,
Swear, by his holy name, and rank him with thy gods.

Now to those sultry regions were they past,
Which Jove to stop inquiring mortals plac’d,
And as their utmost,, southern, limits cast.
Thirsty, for springs they search the desert round,
And only one, amidst the sands, they found.
Well stor'd it was, but all access was barr'd;
The stream ten thousand noxious ferpents guard :
Dry aspics on the fatal margin stood,
And. Dipsas thirsted in the middle flood.
Back from the stream the frighted soldier flies,
Though parch'd, and languishing for drink,he dies: 11:50
The chief beheld, and said, You fear in vain,
Vainly from safe and healthy draughts abftain,
My soldier, drink, and dread nof death or pain.




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