Essayed with wings to man not given: For mortals nothing is too high: Our sinfulness will not permit Written in early Spring. AT Spring and Zephyr's glad return, keen winter melts away; On sledges, barks are launched, that dry upon the shingle lay; And neither does the flock its stall, nor ploughman Nor longer does the hoary rime the whitened fields attire: In comely union, strike the earth, with alternating feet, Or with the flower by vernal power raised from the does sweltering Vulcan Pennis non homini datis. Perrupit Acheronta Herculeus labor. Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia: neque IV. AD SESTIUM. SOLVITUR acris hiems grata vice veris et Favonî: Trahuntque siccas machinae carinas: Ac neque jam stabulis gaudet pecus, aut arator igni; Nec prata canis albicant pruinis. Jam Cytherea choros ducit Venus, imminente Luna, Junctaeque Nymphis Gratiae decentes Alterno terram quatiunt pede; dum graves Cyclopum Volcanus ardens urit officinas. Nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto, Aut flore, terrae quem ferunt solutae. To Faunus, now, to sacrifice, is meet in shady grove approve. With foot impartial, pallid Death, knocks at the pauper's cot And monarch's tower; permits thee not, the sum, so brief, of life O favoured Sestius, to begin a far extending hope. 'We have no clue to the origin of this poem, which expresses a lover's PYRRHA, what slender youth, bedewed Nunc et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis, Seu poscat agnam, sive malit haedum. Pallida Mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres. O beate Sesti, Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare longam. Jam te premet nox, fabulaeque Manes, Et domus exilis Plutonia: quo simul meâris, Nec regna vini sortiere talis, Nec tenerum Lycidan mirabere, quo calet juventus Nunc omnis et mox virgines tepebunt. V. AD PYRRHAM. QUIS multa gracilis te puer in rosa Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro? Cui flavam religas comam, Simplex munditiis? Heu, quoties fidem Alas! how oftentimes will he, Who, full of trust, now fondles thee, With them on whom thou shin'st untried! I have hung up my dripping dress, My votive tablet witnesses. Horace may here be supposed to have been asked to write an ode on THY gallantry and victories shall Varius rehearse, verse, With whatsoe'er thy fiery troops have, under thy com- On ship-board or on horse-back performed by sea or land. 1 |