Wouldst fain thy far-sought purchases,

Panaetius' noble treatises,

And all the school of Socrates,
Change for Iberian coats of mail?

Alas! that hopes so fair should fail!

Lestio primum modulate civi,
Qui ferox bello, tamen inter arine
Sive iactatam religarat udo

Litore navim,

Liberum et musas Veneremque et illi
Semper haerentem puerum canebat
Et Lycum nigris oculis nigroque
Crine decorum.

BOOK I. ODE XXXII.

They bid me sing-If 'neath the shade
In leisure hour with thee I have played
Aught, that this year, and more, may be,
Shall live, come, sing a Latin glee,

Harp, first by Lesbian freeman sounded, Who e'en in war, by arms surrounded, Or when upon the dripping shore

His storm-tost bark he had made secure,

Would Liber and the Muses sing,

Venus, and Love who close doth cling

Always to her, and Lycus' face,

Black-eyed, black-haired, and full of grace.

O decus Phoebi et dapibus supremi Grata testudo Iovis, O laborum Dulce lenimen, mihi cumque salve Rite vocanti.

O pride of Phoebus, vocal shell,

At Jove's high banquets loved so well, Toil's sweet assuager, whensoe'er

I duly call, befall thee fair.