Liber X. ODE VIII. AD MECENATEM. Reddit rationem cur Martiis Calendis sacrificet. MARTIIS cœlebs quid agam Calendis, Docte sermones utriusque linguæ. Libero caprum, prope funeratus Arboris ictu 2. Hic dies, anno redeunte, festus Consule Tullo. 2 Vide Horace, book ii. ode 13 & 14. Book III. ODE VIII. TO MECENAS. To you, no doubt, 'twill strange appear, Ordain'd that marriage-state to cheer Which cheers not me, Since Greek and Latin well you know : Of falling tree2. As years revolve, this festive day The well-seal'd cork shall take away From cask long-season'd;-one which lay In smoke for years! 1 The festival on the calends of March was celebrated by married people. Sume, Mæcenas, cyathos amici Sospitis centum; et vigiles lucernas Perfer in lucem; procul omnis esto Clamor et ira. Mitte civiles super urbe curas: Medus infestus sibi luctuosis Dissidet armis : Servit Hispanæ vetus hostis oræ Cantaber, serâ domitus catenâ ; Jam Scythæ laxo meditantur arcu Cedere campis. Negligens, ne qua populus laboret, Parce privatus nimium cavere: Dona præsentis cape lætus horæ, et Linque severa. Drink late, drink deep, the juice of grape, And brawls, and tears. Lay city politics aside;— The Dacian foe has lost his pride, The hostile Mede now stems the tide Low lies, subdued, our Spanish foe,- In private life some comfort find, All cares which jar. ODE XI. AD MERCURIUM. Ut sibi dictet cantus quibus Lyde flectatur. MERCURI, (nam te docilis magistro Movit Amphion lapides canendo,) Tuque, testudo, resonare septem Callida nervis, Nec loquax olim, neque grata, nunc et Dic modos, Lyde quibus obstinatas Quæ, velut latis equa trima campis, Ludit exultim, metuitque tangi, Nuptiarum expers, et adhuc protervo Cruda marito. Tu potes tigres comitesque silvas Janitor aulæ Cerberus; quamvis furiale centum Spiritus teter saniesque manet Ore trilingui. |