Unde nil majus generatur ipso,

Nec viget quidquam simile, aut secundum; Proximos illi tamen occupavit

Pallas honores.

Proeliis audax, neque te silebo,
Liber; et saevis inimica virgo
Beluis; nec te metuende certa
Phoebe sagitta.

Dicam et Alciden; puerosque Ledae,
Hunc equis, illum superare pugnis
Nobilem quorum simul alba nautis
Stella refulsit,

Defluit saxis agitatus humor;
Concidunt venti, fugiuntque nubes,
Et minax (quod sic voluere) ponto
Unda recumbit.

Romulum post hos prius, an quietum

Pompili regnum memorem, an superbos
Tarquinî fasces, dubito, an Catonis

Nobile letum.

Regulum, et Scauros, animaeque magnae Prodigum Paullum, superante Poeno, Gratus insigni referam Camena,

Fabriciumque.

Hunc, et incomptis Curium capillis,
Utilem bello tulit, et Camillum

Saeva paupertas, et avitus apto

Cum lare fundus.

D

Growing like tree in secret, of Marcellus

Groweth the glory. But thy star outshineth,
Julius, all, as, lesser lights excelling,

Shines the moon's splendour.

Offspring of Saturn! thou of human creatures
Father and guardian! Fate to thee hath given.
Wardship of Caesar. Thou supreme, and next thee
Caesar vicegerent.

Whether he subject, righteously triumphant,
Parthians daring Latium to menace;
Whether the lieges of the eastern seaboard,
Seric and Indic;

Under thee, he wide earth shall justly govern:
Thou with thine awful car shalt shake Olympus :
Thou upon groves unchaste shalt hurl the hostile
Bolts of thy levin.

In respect to the Lydia of this and other odes, and to the rest of the fair, and presumably frail, ones celebrated by Horace, it may here be remarked once for all, that to attempt to identify them with real personages would be as hopeless an undertaking as to seek originals for Mr. Thomas Little's Fanny of Timmol, and for the Rosa, Kitty, Martha, Chloe and Susan who figured on the list of beauties loved and caressed by that fortunate young gentleman.

WHEN, Lydia, of Teleph's charms,
Of Teleph's rosy neck, and arms
Of wax, you sound the praises,

Crescit, occulto velut arbor aevo,
Fama Marcelli: micat inter omnes
Julium sidus, velut inter ignes

Luna minores.

Gentis humanae pater atque custos,
Orte Saturno, tibi cura magni
Caesaris fatis data: tu secundo
Caesare regnes.

Ille, seu Parthos Latio imminentes
Egerit justo domitos triumpho,
Sive subjectos Orientis orae
Seras et Indos,

Te minor latum reget aequus orbem :
Tu gravi curru quaties Olympum;

Tu parum castis inimica mittes

Fulmina lucis.

XIII. AD LYDIAM.

CUм tu, Lydia, Telephi

Cervicem roseam, cerea Telephi

Laudas brachia, vae! meum

Thick bile my burning liver swells,
And neither sense within me dwells
Nor colour in my face is.

But tears, that steal adown my cheek,
Of a slow fire within me speak,
With which I writhe, while noting
How, in some tipsy quarrel, he
Has soiled your shoulders' ivory;
Or, in his fits of doting,

How on your lips the frenzied boy
Has left the toothprints of his joy:
But, were I your director,

You'd trust not one who spoils the lips
Which Venus in the essence steeps
Of her own purest nectar.

Triply, and more than triply, blest,

They whom unbroken bands invest,
Congenial hearts involving;

Whose love, by no unseemly fray
Disjointed, to their dying day
Remains without dissolving.

The Republic is here addressed under the form of a ship. Navem pro republica,' says Quintilian, 'fluctuum tempestates pro bellis civilibus, portum pro pace atque concordia dicit.'

Ан ship, are the waves bearing thee to sea,
Once more? What doest thou? Cling strenuously
To port. Perceiv'st thou not how bare

Of banks of oars thy quarters are?

Fervens difficili bile tumet jecur.

Tum nec mens mihi, nec color

Certa sede manet: humor et in genas

Furtim labitur, arguens

Quàm lentis penitus macerer ignibus.

Uror, seu tibi candidos

Turpârunt humeros immodicae mero

Rixae; sive puer furens

Impressit memorem dente labris notam.
Non, si me satis audias,
Speres perpetuum, dulcia barbare

Laedentem oscula, quae Venus

Quinta parte sui nectaris imbuit.

Felices ter, et amplius,

Quos irrupta tenet copula; nec malis

Divolsus querimoniis,

Suprema citius solvet amor die!

XIV.

O NAVIS, referent in mare te novi
Fluctus? O quid agis? Fortiter occupa
Portum. Nonne vides, ut

Nudum remigio latus,