I claim thy folemn contract past Wherefore this moment is thy laft. The fecond ODE of the fecond Book of HORACE. Infcribed to T. V. Esq. EAR youth, to hoarded wealth a foe, DE Riches with faded luftre glow; Yes, dim the treasures of the mine, Soon as this generous Roman faw Wou'd Wou'd you true empire ascertain? This is a dropfy of the mind, Refembling the corporeal kind; For who with this disease are curst, The more they drink, the more they thirst. Indulgence feeds their bloated veins, And pale-ey'd, fighing languor reigns. Virtue, who differs from the crowd, Rejects the covetous and proud; Difdains the wild ambitious breast, And fcorns to call a monarch bleft; Labours to rescue truth and sense From fpecious founds, and vain pretence. Virtue to that diftinguish'd few, Gives royalty, and conqueft too; That wife minority, who own, And pay their tribute to her throne; Who view with undefiring eyes, And spurn that wealth which mifers prize. The Tenth ODE of the fecond Book. WOU you, my friend, true bliss obtain ? Nor prefs the coaft, nor tempt the main. In open feas loud tempefts roar, And treacherous rocks begirt the shore. Hatred to all extremes is feen, In those who love the golden mean. They nor in palaces rejoice, Nor is the fordid cot their choice. VOL. I. E The The middle state of life is beft, Storms shake th' afpiring pine, and tower, The mind prepar'd for each event, She hopes the beft, when storms prevail, Shou'd time returning winters bring, When Paan shoots his fiery darts, When |