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vows, that my Cyprian and Syrian merchandize may not make an addition to the wealth of the infatiable fea. Then the fanning gale and the twin Pollux fhall carry me fafe in the protection of a fkiff with two oars, thro' the tumultuous Ægean fea.


He promises himself an immortality of fame from his poetical writings.

I Have executed a monument more lafting than

brass, and more fublime than the regal elevation of pyramids, which the wafting rain, the unavailing north-wind, or an innumerable fuceffion of years, and the flight of feafons, fhall not be able to demolish. I fhall not wholly die, but a great part of me shall escape * Libitina. I fhall continually be renew'd in the praises of pofterity, as long as the priest shall afcend the capitol with the filent veftal virgin. Where the rapid Aufidus fhall murmur, and where Daunus, poorly supplied with water, ruled over a rustic people, I, exalted from a low degree, fhall be acknowledged as having originally adapted the Eolic verfe ta Italian measures. Melpomene affume that pride which your merits have acquired, and willingly crown my hair with the Delphic laurel.

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Goddess of Death.







Se jam ea ætate effe, ut a rebus Veneris alieno animo effe debeat.

NTERMISSÁ, Venus, diu

Rurfus bella moves? parce precor, precor.

Non fum qualis eram bonæ

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He was now arrived at such an age that he ought no longer to think of love affairs.

FTER a long ceffation, O Venus, again are you ftirring up tumults? Spare me, I beseech you, I befeech you. I am not the man I was under the dominion of good-natur'd Cynara. Forbear, thou cruel mother of foft defires, to bend one bordering upon fifty, now too harden'd for your foft commands; go whither the footh



Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces.

Tempeftivius in domo
Pauli, purpureis ales oloribus,
Commeffabere Maximi;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum.
Nanique et nobilis, et decens,
Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis,
Et centum puer artium,

Late figna feret militiae tuae:
Et, quandoque potentior

Largis muneribus riserit aemuli,

Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea.

Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura (a); lyraeque et Berecyntiae

Delectabere tibiae

Miftis carminibus, non fine fistula.

Illic bis pneri dię

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Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum

Landantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Me nec femina, nec puer

Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui,


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Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ?

Nocturnis te ego fomniis

Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor

Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.

(a) Lyraque et Berecynthia-tibia.



F. foothing prayers of youth invoke thee.


More feasonably may you revel in the houfe of Paulus Maximus, flying thither with your splendid swans; if you feek to enflame a fuitable breaft. For he is both noble and graceful, and by no means filent in the cause of diftreffed defendants, and a youth of an hundred accomplishments, he fhall bear the enfigns of your warfare far and wide and whenever more prevailing than the ample prefents of a rival he shall laugh at his exfence, he shall erect thee in marble under a citron dome near the Alban lake. There you fhall fimell abundant frankincenfe, and fhall be charm'd with the mixed mufic of the lyre and Berecynthian pipe, not without the flagelet There the youths, together with the tender maidens, twice a day celebrating your divinity, fhall, Salian-like, with nowwhite foot, thrice fhake the ground. As for me, neither woman, nor youth, nor the fond hope of a mutual inclination, nor to contend in wine, nor to bind my temples with fresh flowers, delight me any longer. But why, ah! why, O Ligurinus, does the tear every now and then trickle down my cheeks? why does my fluent tongue falter between my words, with an ill-becoming filence? Thee, in my dreams by night I clafp, caught in my arms; thee flying cross the turf of the Campus Martius, thee I purfue, O cruel one, thro' the rolling waters.

Priefs of Bacchus.

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