Nought is the glitter of the silver ore,
While in the covetous earth 'tis kept in store,
Sallust, no friend of metal from the mine,
Unless by tempered use 'tis made to shine.

Proculeius lives, and ages shall be known
For love paternal to his brothers shown;
That man surviving Fame aloft shall bear
On wing that doth not dissolution fear.

More widely would'st thou reign by mastering
A greedy spirit, than wert thou the king
Of Libya and far Gades joined in one,
Both Carthages the slaves of thee alone.

Crescit indulgens sibi dirus hydrops, Nec sitim pellit, nisi causa morbi Fugerit venis et aquosus albo Corpore languor.

Redditum Cyri solio Phrahaten
Dissidens plebi numero beatorum
Eximit virtus populumque falsis
Dedocet uti

Vocibus, regnum et diadema tutum Deferens uni propriamque laurum, Quisquis ingentis oculo inretorto Spectat acervos.

Dire dropsy self indulging doth increase,
Nor doth one drive away the thirstiness,
Till from the veins hath fled the cause of ail,
And aqueous languor from the body pale.

Phrahates, though to Cyrus' throne restored, Virtue, dissenting from the vulgar horde, Strikes from the roll of happy men, that so Mankind may learn false titles to forego:

A kingdom and a diadem secure

She offers, and the bay that doth endure,
To him alone, alone who can behold

Without a backward glance vast heaps of gold.

LIBER II. CARMEN III.

Aequam memento rebus in arduis Servare mentem, non secus in bonis Ab insolenti temperatam

Laetitia, moriture Delli,

Seu maestus omni tempore vixeris,
Seu te in remoto gramine per dies
Festos reclinatum bearis

Interiore nota Falerni.

Quo pinus ingens albaque populus Umbram hospitalem consociare amant Ramis? Quid obliquo laborat

Lympha fugax trepidare rivo?

BOOK II. ODE III.

Remember in the days of ill

An even mind to hold fast still,
Nor less in prosperous times be spare
Of mirth, extravagance, and cheer,
O Dellius, mortal that you are,
Whether in sorrow life you pass,
Or, leaning back in nook of grass,
You keep high festal-tide with wine
Fetched from the cellar's inmost bin.
What serves it that the poplar white
And the huge pine with boughs delight
A hospitable shade to unite?

Or in its winding channel why
Huddles the brook so swiftly by?