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And Pácorús, thy haughty trains

Smile in the added Roman prey,

Unto their gaudy chains.

We, in feditions fierce, abide,

While, wafting hofts, our realms divide,
The Ethiop, and the favage Dace,
Prepar'd, our Capital to feize,
ONE, naval formidable foe,

And this, tremendous with his bow.

5. This age, inventive of new crimes,
Unheard, in old Romúlean times;
Ye first-in hot licentious blood,
Defil'd the facred, nuptial bed;

From this contaminated head,
Alloy'd with the degenerate clay,
Our Roman metal a melts away,
Our families, and race decay,

Hence-foul corruption, like a flood,

a wears away

O'er Rome, and through the nations spread.

6. Now, Mifs in early teens is taught

The dance, with wicked leffons fraught;

Her limbs, in wanton graces move,
Ply'd, to the soft Ionian mood;
Mature in Youth, the arts improve,
And nought but pleasurable love,
From tender infancy perfu'd,
Infects th' incestuous brood.

7. She, to fome young adult'rer, flies, Nor is, in choice, of lover, nice, Rushing to interdicted joys,

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With "ox they turn'd the stubborn ground, a spade in H. The forefts with their axe refound,

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Obedient to severe command,

Of Sabin, fun-burnt, Matron hand

And late, when the declining fun

Had fhifted fhades, their labours done,

With shoulder'd load, they took their way, 70

Releas'd the steer with toils oppreft,

10. Time ruinous, all things impairs,

Our fathers, have been worfe than theirs,
And we than ours, next age shall see
The a fons more profligate to be,

a a race in H.

And worse than these, their heirs,

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O DE VII. To ASTORIE.

Quid fles, Afterié, quem tibi, candidi,
Primo, reftituent vere, Favonii,
Thyná merce beatum,

Conftanti, juvenem fide
Gygen?

STERIE, why thus bewail

Whom, due in early spring,

Thy Gyges, ever faithful breast,

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And with Bithynian treasures bleft,
The next returning Zephyr's gale,

Shall to thy bofom bring?

2, He, by the angry Kid-ftar crofs'd,
Lies harbour'd on the Oric coast,
And shedding many a tear,

And the long night, in fleepless care
Bemoans his abfent dear.

And now, his hoftefs Chloé fends
Her meffenger, of wicked ends,
To tell him how the fighs,
(How dying in Afteries' flame)

A hundred knavish tricks he tries,

To lure him to the Dame.

Bythinian ware. Bythinia, fituated on the Thracian Bofphorus, very convenient for trade to Sidon, Tyre, Cyprus, Smyrna, and other places on thefe maritime coasts; their commodities and merchandizes may be feen at large, in the Apocalypfe, C, 18. v. 12, 13

4. Warns-what ‡ Bellerophon befel

By flighting (perfid) female frail,

Abftemiously chaste;

When Præteús credulously fent
His myrmidons, with black intent,

(For treafons, which he never meant)

To flay him as he past. *

5. How narrow fcaped the jaws of hell,

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The a fire, who fcorn'd Magneffian Belle, a Peleus.

By continency cold-he proves ;

With many a stale, fallacious, tale,

In vain-instructing finful loves,

For deaf, as Icarian billows, remains

Thy Gyges, to Sirens delufive, soft strains.

6. Be you as cautious on your part,
Nor let Enípeús touch your heart,

And please you much too well;
Tho, chief to rule the fiery fteed,
And stem, the rapid Tyber's speed,
The gallant Youth excel.

7. Shut

you, at eve, your door well barr'd, Nor look into the street, or yard,

To hear his mufic fhrill,

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Tho' oft he call thee, CRUEL! Hard!
Be hard and cruel ftill.

ODE

Fir'd at his fcorn, the Queen to Præteus fled,
And begg'd revenge for her infulted bed;

Incens'd he heard, refolving on his fate,

But hofpitable laws reftrain'd his hate,

To Lycia the devoted Youth he fent,

With Tablets feal'd, that told his dire intent.

VidPope's Homer, B. vi. 1. 233. Præteus fent Bellerophon, to a neighbouring King, with private orders to murder him, but Bellerophon efcaped the ambush laid for N. B. My tranflation is not fcrupulously true to history, but I have retain'd the principal cireumftancee, relating to the fubject.

his life.

O DE VIII. To MACENAS.

Martiis, cælebs quid agam, Calendis,
Quid velint, flores, et acerra thuris
Plena, miraris, pofitufque carbo, in
Cespite vivo.

HAT I, a batchelor, perfue,
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On March Calenda-ftrange to you!

(A festival, to Matrons due)

What mean, these honors to the God +
Why cenfer, embers, livig fod?
1. Well verféd in each learned tongue,
Mæcenas know-this day has long
Been facred held, to feast and fong,
Since I, fo narrow, fcaped the ftroke,
Of falling tree, by Faunus broke,
Hence vow'd-on this returning day,
My annual kid, to Bacchus gay,

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And many a well a pitch'd cork shall fly, a wax'd

And season'd flask, in mouldy rest,

With conful Tullus' name impreft,

In the campaign fhall die;
To me, thus fortunately safe,
A hundred friendly glaffes quaff,
And to refurgent Phoebus' rays,
Prolong the vigil taper's blaze;

Far hence, all clamour, ire, and cares,
civic broils, or foreign wars,

Cotifon, is flown or dead,

No more, th' infefting Medes, we dread,

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of any figure, had in his inward apartments, an Oratory, Penates and Altar, which he adorn'd occafionally.

+ Every Ron wirft of March, the commemoration of the rape of the Sabines,

*March Calandæ.

when the violated ladies, interceding, made peace, which lafted as long, asthe empire.

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