The lubricating oil refuse? Why does the galling steel no longer bruise Those arms, which oft the discus round Or javelin hurl'd beyond th' extremest bound? Why lurks he now, as erst, they say, When near approach'd proud Ilion's fatal day, The son of Thetis lurk'd, amid The train of virgins, ignominious, hid, Lest, by his manly garb betray'd, The toils of war should claim the seeming maid? Od. i. 9. MARK how upon Soracte's height The snow lies deep; how lab'ring woods How stay their course th' imprison'd floods. Pile, Thaliarchus, pile on high The blazing logs, and mock at cold: This gen'rous flagon freely ply Of Sabine vintage four years old. 5 Permitte divis cætera; qui simul Stravere ventos æquore fervido Nec veteres agitantur orni. QUID sit futurum cras, fuge quærere; et Quem sors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone; nec dulces amores Sperne puer, neque tu choreas, Donec virenti canities abest Morosa. Nunc et campus, et areæ, Lenesque sub noctem susurri Nunc et latentis proditor intimo 10 15 20 Leave to the Gods all else: when they Think for the morrow nought; enjoy 10 Each day the boons bestow'd by chance; 15 Nor rudely spurn, too happy boy, Or love's delights, or joyous dance, While crabbed age is far away. How sweetly breath'd in willing ears! 20 And tell-tale laugh of merry maid In corner hid; and slender wrist Od. i. 11. Tu ne quæsieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi 5 Od. i. 24. Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Vocem cum cithara dedit. Od. i. 11. 5 SEEK not, Leuconoë, ('tis sinful) to explore 10 Od. i. 24. WHAT bounds to grief for loss of one so dear Suit well the tuneful lyre. |