LIBER QUARTUS.

Carmen 1.-AD VENEREM.

Intermissa, Venus, diu

Rursus bella moves? Parce, precor, precor:

Non sum qualis eram bonæ

Sub regno Cinare. Desine, dulcium

Mater sæva Cupidinum,

Circa lustra decem flectere mollibus

Jam durum imperiis: abi,

Quo blandæ juvenum te revocant preces.

Tempestivius in domum

Pauli purpureis ales oloribus

Comissabere Maximi,

Si torrere jecur quæris idoneum :

Namque et nobilis et decens

Et pro sollicitis non tacitus reis

Et centum puer artium

Late signa feret militiæ tuæ.

Et, quandoque potentior

Largi muneribus riserit æmuli,

Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream sub trabe citrea.

There incense grateful to the smell,
With lyre and Berecynthian pipe,
And song and flute shall please you well:
Twice daily, lads and virgins ripe
Shall thrice in Salian measure beat
The shaken earth with glancing feet.

In vain for me shall beauty shine,
No trusting hope, no mutual vow,
No joy in drinking-bouts are mine,
Bind not fresh flowers around my
But why my Ligurinus speaks,
The tear, so rare, upon my cheeks?

Why is my tongue, once eloquent,

In shameful silence sinking low? In nightly dreams, on love intent,

I follow you where waters flow. I hold you now, but soon I sigh As o'er the field of Mars you fly.

brow.

Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura, lyræque et Berecynthia

Delectabere tibiæ

Mixtis carminibus non sine fistula;

Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Me nec femina nec puer

Jam nec spes animi credula mutui,

Nec certare juvat mero,

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur heu, Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacrima per genas ?

Inter verba cadit lingua silentio ?

Nocturnis ego somniis

Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem sequor

Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.

Ode To ANTONIUS IULUS.

He who would equal Pindar's might,
Iulus shall, with Dædal art,

His name to some bright sea impart,
On wax-bound pinions taking flight.

As mountain-river rushing strong
Beyond the banks, floods all around,
Swollen by rains; with voice profound
So mighty Pindar rolls along:

Who shall Apollo's laurel gain,
Whether in words unheard before,
He boldly dithyrambics pour,
Or a yet freer, wilder strain;

Or sing the Gods, or kings who came
Of Godlike race, by whom they tell
The Centaurs justly died, and fell,
Dreadful Chimæra breathing flame;

Or tell of those who homewards steer,
In fight or race the victors found,
With wreath Elean glorious crowned,
Gifts more than hundred statues dear.

Or mourn the youth from sad spouse torn,
His golden manners, courage high,
And mind, exalting to the sky

Above black Orcus safely borne.

Carmen II.-AD JULUM ANTONIUM.

Pindarum quisquis studet æmulari,

Jule, ceratis ope Dædalea

Nititur pennis vitreo daturus

Nomina ponto.

Monte decurrens velut amnis, imbres Quem super notas aluere ripas, Fervet immensusque ruit profundo Pindarus ore,

Laurea donandus Apollinari,

Seu per audaces nova dithyrambos
Verba devolvit numerisque fertur
Lege solutis ;

Seu Deos regesve canit, Deorum
Sanguinem, per quos cecidere justa
Morte Centauri, cecidit tremendæ
Flamma Chimæræ ;

Sive quos Elea domum reducit Palma cœlestes pugilemve equumve

Dicit et centum potiore signis

Munere donat,

Flebili sponse juvenemve raptum

Plorat et vires animumque moresque

Aureos educit in astra nigroque

Invidet Orco.