ODE XIV.

AD POPULUM ROMANUM.

De Augusti reditu ex Hispaniâ, Cantabris devictis.

HERCULIS ritu modò dictus, ô plebs,
Morte venalem petiisse laurum
Cæsar, Hispanâ repetit Penates

Victor ab orâ.

Unico gaudens mulier marito
Prodeat, justis operata Divis;

Et soror clari ducis, et decoræ

Supplice vittâ

Virginum matres juvenumque nuper
Sospitum. Vos, ô pueri, et puellæ
Jam virum expertæ, male nominatis

Parcite verbis.

Hic dies verè mihi festus atras
Eximet curas ego nec tumultum,
Nec mori per vim metuam, tenente
Cæsare terras.

I, pete unguentum, puer, et coronas,
Et cadum Marsi memorem duelli;

Spartacum si quà potuit vagantem

Fallere testa.

ODE XIV.

TO THE ROMAN PEOPLE.

ROMANS! subjected Spain now sees
Cæsar, that modern Hercules,
Victorious :-back he comes to ease,
And joyful home!

Let, then, his faithful wife proceed
To offer him the victor's meed,

His sister, too;-and let them lead

The dames of Rome

Suppliant, with beauteous fillets crown'd,Mothers of sons still safe and sound!

And send your gratulations round,

Young men, and wives!

This joyous day dispels black care,
And fills my heart with gladness rare ;
Whilst Cæsar reigns, I ne'er despair,-
Safe are our lives!

Go, boy, and seek for garlands gay,
Bring wreaths in honour of the day,
And cask-as old as Marsian fray,-
If still there's one;

Dic et argutæ properet Neæræ
Myrrheum nodo cohibere crinem:
Si per invisum mora janitorem
Fiet, abito.

Lenit albescens animos capillus
Litium et rixæ cupidos protervæ :

Non ego hoc ferrem calidus juventâ,

Consule Planco.

And bid Neæra here repair,

And haste to bind her auburn hair ;If growls the porter in his lair,

Come back alone.

Grey hairs put up with raging ire,
And soften burning passion's fire ;-
When I was young, to anger dire

I, too, was prone.

ODE XVIII.

AD FAUNUM.

Ut sibi suisque propitius sit.

FAUNE, Nympharum fugientum amator,
Per meos fines et aprica rura
Lenis incedas, abeasque parvis

Equus alumnis.

Si tener pleno cadit hædus anno,
Larga nec desunt Veneris sodali
Vina crateræ; vetus ara multo

Fumat odore.

Ludit herboso pecus omne campo,
Cùm tibi Nonæ redeunt Decembres;

Festus in pratis vacat otioso

Cum bove pagus.

Inter audaces lupus errat agnos;
Spargit agrestes tibi silva frondes ;

Gaudet invisam pepulisse fossor

Ter pede terram.