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Dulcem elaborabunt saporem,

Non avium citharaeque cantus omnum reducent. Somnus agrestium Lenis virorum non humiles domos Fastidit, umbrosamque ripam,

Non Zephyris agitata Tempe.
Desiderantem quod satis est, neque
Tumultuosum sollicitat mare,
Nec saevus Arcturi cadentis

Impetus, aut orientis Haedi,
Non verberatae grandine vineae,
Fundusque mendax; arbore nunc aquas
Culpante, nunc torrentia agros

Sidera, nunc hiemes iniquas. Contracta pisces aequora sentiunt, Jactis in altum molibus. Huc frequens Caementa demittit redemptor

Cum famulis, dominusque terrae Fastidiosus. Sed Timor et Minae Scandunt eodem quo dominus : neque Decedit aerata triremi, et

Post equitem sedet atra Cura.
Quodsi dolentem nec Phrygius lapis,
Nec purpurarum sidere clarior
Delenit usus, nec Falerna

Vitis Achaemeniumque costum;
Cur invidendis postibus et novo
Sublime ritu moliar atrium?
Cur valle permutem Sabina

Divitias operosiores ?

• The purpose of this Ode is to commend public and social virtue ;

and the opening shows that it is a continuation of the preceding Ode.' There is high authority for treating ‘amice,' in the first line, as an adverb.

PINCHING privation to learn well to bear,
Let the stout youth in sharp campaign take share;
A cavalier, redoubtable with lance,
Harassing the ferocious Parthians.

Let him 'neath open heaven lead a life
Of peril. Him may warring tyrant's wife,
With nubile daughter, from the rampart's crest
Descry, for royal consort sighing lest,

Alas, that he, unversed in strategy,
Adventure in close conflict to defy
The savage lion, whose ensanguined wrath
Through midst of carnage wrests for him a path.

Seemly and sweet to die for fatherland!
Death close pursues the flying veteran, and
Exempts as little from his fell attack
Unwarlike stripling's knees and timid back.

Virtue, which naught of shame for failure knows,
With uncontaminated brilliance glows,
Nor takes nor drops at fickle mob's decree
Her ensigns of intrinsic dignity.

II.

ANGUSTAM, amice, pauperiem pati
Robustus acri militia puer
Condiscat; et Parthos feroces

Vexet eques metuendus hasta ;

Vitamque sub divo et trepidis agat
In rebus: illum ex moenibus hosticis
Matrona bellantis tyranni

Prospiciens et adulta virgo

Suspiret, eheu! ne rudis agminum
Sponsus lacessat regius asperum
Tactu leonem, quem cruenta

Per medias rapit ira caedes.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. Mors et fugacem persequitur virum, Nec parcit imbellis juventae

Poplitibus, timidoque tergo. Virtus, repulsae nescia sordidae, Intaminatis fulget honoribus, Nec sumit aut ponit secures Arbitrio popularis aurae.

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Virtue, to the deserving not to die
Unclosing heaven, unhopeliest course doth try,
And slippery ground and vulgar gathering
Spurns, borne aloft upon retiring wing.

To loyal silence too is its secure
Reward; myself will not endure
’Neath the same roof, in the same bark with me
Him who betrays Cererian mystery

To vulgar audience. Resenting slight,
Guiltless with guilty oft doth Jove unite.
Rarely doth not slow-footed punishment
The evil-doer's onward flight prevent.

According to Suetonius, Julius Caesar was believed to have thought

of transferring the seat of empire from Rome to Troy; and it would seem that the idea was subsequently revived, and that Horace composed this Ode in order to combat it.

The upright man, and of determined mind,
Not people's rage, vile courses ordering,
Not rigid aspect of despotic king,
Shakes from his firm resolve; nor wild south wind, -
Ruler by restless Adria obeyed, -
Nor the almighty hand of thundering Jove.
Though a crushed world o’erwhelm him from above,
The ruins strike upon him undismayed.

Virtus, recludens immeritis mori
Caelum, negata tentat iter via;
Coetusque volgares, et udam

Spernit humum fugiente penna.
Est et fideli tuta silentio
Merces: vetabo, qui Cereris sacrum
Vulgarit arcanae, sub isdem

Sit trabibus, fragilemve mecum

Solvat phaselon. Saepe Diespiter
Neglectus incesto addidit integrum.
Raro antecedentem scelestum

Deseruit pede Poena claudo.

III.

JUSTUM et tenacem propositi virum
Non civium ardor prava jubentium,
Non voltus instantis tyranni

Mente quatit solida, neque Auster

Dux inquieti turbidus Hadriae,
Nec fulminantis magna manus Jovis.
Si fractus illabatur orbis,
Impavidum ferient ruinae.

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