I.

ODE VII. To MUNATIUS PLANCUS.

Lāūdābūnt ălii clārām Rhodon, äūt Mītīlēnēn,
Aut Ephěfum, bimărifvě Corinthi.

OME Ephefus, fome Rhodes, and many

SOM

Commend for profpect, Mityléné,

And Corinth, on its double feas,
Commanding equal both the bays,
And Thebes and Delphos, these display
Of god of wine, and god of day;
Some labour in perpetual strain
For Athens, and the spotless queen,
And crown her brow with olive green;
Theffalian Tempé, and Mycénæ,

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And the refounding Anio's breaks §
Adown abrupts impetuous bore,
And falling with tremendous roar ;
Her orchards and her pendent woods,
Her rivers eafy ductile floods,

The haunt of nymphs and sylvan gods.

2. Not always doth the fouth prevail

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In drizzling show'r, or patt'ring hail,
O'er the deformed plain;
But ofttimes blows a purging gale,
And gives a blue serene,

3. Thus wife eternal toil forbear,
And footh the pangs of life fevere ;
Or in thy villa's densest charms,
Or camp'd, amidst effulgent arms,
The mellow never spare.

4. When + Teucer urged by hard commands,
Fled fire, and Salaminian lands,

Ne'erlefs, his brow in poplar bound,

The day, he moift, with Bacchus crown'd,

And thus address'd his drooping friends around.

Now called Turkish Horfes,

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Where

Anio's Breaks. The Cascade of Teverone: Sec Addifon's Travels from Rome to

Tivoli, p. 216.

When Teucer by fevere command,

Fled from his fire, and native land,

Banished by a fevere father.

5. Where'er kind fortune points we'll go,

We'll follow with the wind;

She can't prefent a greater foe

Than Sire we leave unkind;

With me the worst of fates ye try'd,
With me all dangers you defy'd

In many a well fought day;

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Then let not melancholy care

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1.

ODE VIII. To LYDIA.

Lydiă, dic per ōmnēs tē deōs ōrō, Sybărin
Cür propĕrēs ǎmāndō pērdĕrě.

"L

YDY, by all the gods, I'll know, §
Why Sybaris is hurried fo
Precipitated down the flow

Of love, to his undoing?
Why doth he yellow Tyber fhun,

From oils,* as viper-venoin, run,
"Inplung'd by thee in ruin?

With patient fide,

Well known to bide,

The duft, and scorching fun

a Ingulft

2. Why rules he not the gallant steeds,
With gallick bit and rein?

No more in arms accoutred, heeds
The military plain?

No more, doth limbs of livid hue,

Prefs'd with the weight of armour shew,

Whose brawny arm before

Renown'd, beyond his rivals score

The difc, and heavy javelin threw ?

Eluding fates decree,

Left, garb-betray'd, the beardless boy, ‡
Were fnatch'd to Lycian maffacre,

And walls of weeping Troy?

Entreated Lydia fay

By all the gods I pray.
Why, &c.

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Oils ufed in gymnastic exercises; the four principal, Swimming, Wrestling, Riding, Toffing the Difc or Javelin.

To prevent his going to Troy, Achilles was thus difguis'd and conceal'd by

his Mother, in Lycomedes' Court.

ODE

3.

And thaw the freezing air.

Think not of forrow, or to-morrow,
Whatever more the gods beftow

As fo much honeft gain allow;
Nor fcorn the dance and choral lays,
In flow'ry youth, e'er furly grow.
All-marring age with wither'd brow,
The evening breeze, the waving trees,

The affignation in the park,

The breathing whisper in the dark,