1. HORACE, D BOOK IV. ODE VIII. I M I T A TE D. TO THE SAME. ID but kind fate to me impart Wealth equal to my gen'rous heart, Some curious gift to ev'ry friend, A token of my love, I'd fend; 2. But ftill the choiceft and the best Should be confign'd to friends at WREST. An organ, which, if right I guess, To lady BELL of niceft mould A coral fet in burnish'd gold : To you, well knowing what you like, 3. Portraits by LELY or VANDYKE, A curious bronze, or buft antique. } 4. But 4. 6. Sed non hæc mihi vis: nec tibi talium Non incifa notis marmora publicis, Laudes, quam Calabræ Pierides: neque, Obftaret 4. But fince these gifts exceed my power, And who need not wifh for more, you, Already bleft with all that's fine, Are pleas'd with verfe, tho' fuch as mine; I'll make my presents all in rhymes; 6. Not monumental brafs or ftones, The guardians of heroic bones, 7. 8. Not victories won by MARLBRO's fword, Such glories o'er the dead diffuse, As can the labours of the muse. But if fhe should her aid deny, What now had been th' ignoble doom Or 9. Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori, 9. Or him deferving ten times more, The mufe forbids the brave to die, 10. Still by her aid in blest abodes ALCIDES feafts among the Gods; And royal ARTHUR still is able With English beef, and English knights, Το |