O DE IX. To LYDY. A DIALOGUE.

In turtle moan, you left me lone,

And took to black-ey'd Chloé,

Not Venus, on her Paphian throne,

More bright, and bleft, than Lydy fhone.

HORAC E.

Now, Threffa Chloé rules my heart,

Skill'd in the warbling soft guitar,

And every tuneful art,

For whom, even death I should not fear,

If Heaven, my better half, the fair

Supermanent, will spare.

LYDY.

I glow in flames of Calais' love,

Sweet unifon of heart, and joy,

For whom, both pains, and chains, I'd prove,
And death, I twice, and twice, would dare,
If fates, my better foul, will fpare

"The dear furviving boy.

HORAC E.

a brazen yoke in H.

And, for rejected fair, re-burn, And for the fair rejected burn.

And Lydy's once more kind?

LYDY.

Tho' brighter He, than morning ftar,

Thou light as flitting plume, in air,

And wrathful, as the Adrian fea,

As wicked winds unsteady;

With thee, O may I ever be,

And live, and die, thy Lydy.
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O DE X. To LYCE.

Extremum Tanaim fi biberes, Lyce,
Sævo nupta viro, me, tamen afperas,
Porrectum, ante fores objicere incolis
Plorares Aquilonibus.

Audis quo ftrepitu janua, quo nemus?

YCE, drank you remoteft Don,

The spouse, of fome barbarian clown,
Of cruel Scythian race?

You'd weep, to leave, a wretch thus laid,
The freezing earth, my rigid bed,
And at thy gates, extended, throw
Expos'd, to Aquilonian blow-
-ing a natives of the place.

a dwellers

2. Hark how the hollow tempeft roars,
And beats against thy creaking doors,
And bellows through thy pleasing grove,

Above, around thy feat, below

The numen pure

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The breath, of pure Æthereal Jove; keeneft Jove, in Hor.

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+ Congeals the fleecy fallen fnow.

3. Allay thy proud, disdainful spleen,
Ungrateful to the Paphian Queen,
Leaft the "regreffive, pully's run,
Hurl thee, precipitated, down;
Thy Tuscan father ne'er gof thee,
A pattern of fidelity,

To fuitors harsh, Penelope.

4. Tho' neither gifts, nor pray'rs avail, Nor vi'let hue, of lovers pale.

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Nor spouse, allur'd by foft guitar,

In arms, of his Pierian fair,

5. O! foft as oak, or rigid rock,

Thou, who to mildness art inclin'd,
As Mauritarian viper-kind

And merciful in mind,

At length thy fuppliant spare,
Nor, Lycé, think that always, either,
§ These patient fides, can, or will bear,
Thy threshold, and hard weather.

§ Nor think these fides, patient, will always fuftain
Thy threshold hard-hearted, and sky-falling rain.
Nor think thefe fides of leather,
Will always, Lycé, patient-bear
Thy threshold, and foul weather.

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ODE XI.

Mercuri, nam te docilis magiftro,
Movit, Amphion, lapides, canendo,
Tuque Teftudo, refonare feptem,
Callida nervis.

MERC'RY, Mafter of the fong,
For docil, with thy leffons fraught
The a boy, drew rigid rocks along,

And Theban wonders wrought;

a Amphion.

2. And thou my well-instructed, shell,
In seven melodious ftrings, to fwell;
Once mute*, but now, a welcome guest,
Sonórous, at the princely feast,

In temples of the Gods, carefs'd,

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Once mute. Made of the tortoise shell, mute, and infignificant, till ftrung,

Produce me founds-may fweetly cheer

Even Lydy, of disdainful ear;

3. (Who like a filly, rifing three,
Goes bounding, o'er the fallows, free,
Too skittish, loath to prove

The nuptial bit, and crude as yet

To mate, to* mellow love) 4. For thou canst tame the Tyger-brood, The rapid current bind,

5.

And thou canft lure the lift'ning wood,
And quell the raging wind;

To thee, the Keeper Dog of Hell,
In fupple adulation fell,

Tho' arm'd, erect his fury-head,
A hundred hiffing serpents spread,
And from his jaws, and triple tongue
Black, peftilential venom hung;
6. Even Tantalus, his thirst beguiles,
And Tityus, grinn'd unwilling fmiles,

Charm'd with thy potent melody,
The perfid crew, forgot their toils,

Their leaky urn, a while stood dry; 7. Strike my lyre, their well known fate, Let Lydy know, what PAINS below, On young maids, hard-hearted, wait; 8. How the busy tub they fill,

(+ False at bottom, " empty still)
Let her hear, their wretched cries,
Impious virgins! how they rife?
What more facrilegious could

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Their hands! embru'd in husbands blood?

+ Mellow, lufty. in H.

Falfe at bottom. N. B. The emblem of their falfehood, of heart.

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