3. § The Queen forfakes her Paphian throne,
And rushes all, on me alone;

I cannot fing, nor ftrike a string,
My heart is touch'd fo fore;

4. The Scythians unregarded go,
(What to the purpose now?)

The Parthians are to me no foe,

Who when they run moft mettle shew,
Apollo is na more.

5: Here boy-the green sod altar raise,
And bring me vervain and my bays,
Wine, incenfe for the fkies;
Then, she will be more coming kind,
The " queen, fhall give a better mind,
Atton'd by facrifice

The dazzling luftre of her face

Too d flipp'ry for the fight.
Sure, Venus quits her Paphian throne.

n Venus.

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O DE XX. To MACENAS.

Vilě pōtābis mŏdĭcis Săbinum
Cantharis, græca quod ego ipfe testa
Conditum levi, datus in theatro
cum tibi Plaufus.

N fober cups from Grecian jar
Cheap Sabin wine, to day thy share,
Mæcenas, feal'd laid by with care,

I mark't it with this claufe,

To wit, the day the theatre

Receiv'd thee with applause.

*The vocal nymph return'd the found,
And wafting the acclaim,
Illuftrious KNIGHT, unto thy name,

At once did thy paternal stream,

And Vatican rebound.

The Cæcube, and well tam'd Calene,
My cellars too afford,

But, temper'd with mild Formiane,

Or juice of hills Falerniane,.

No cups, my humble board.

Clare Mæcenas eques ut paterni
Fluminis ripæ, fimul et jocofa
Rederet laudes tibi vaticani

Montis imago.

O DE XXI.

The Hymn to APOLLO and DIANA, fung by a Choir of

Ye boys, unshorn Apollo raise,

THE CHORUS.

And parent of each lucid frame
Latona lov'd of Jove fupreme,
BOYS.

Sing ye, her plains and woodland scenes

Who Erymanthus loves,

And blackest forests spread

O'er Algid and green Cragus' head,

The Goddess of the

groves.

VIRGIN S.

And Tempe's ever blooming spring,

His Cynthus, and his Delos fing
Renown'd for birth divine,

Whose shoulders beaming heavenly fire,
Graced with fraternal warbling lyre,
And golden quiver shine.

CHORU S.

By your orgies, pious airs

By your vows and pious pray'rs,
They'll avert from Cæfar far,
Plague, and inimical woes,
Wretched famine, weeping war,
From people, and the prince afar,

To Parthians, Britons, and our foes.

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And troll'd my Lalagè' in fong,

Far, through the Sabine woods I ftray'd,
By Lalagé' so charm'd

A wolf enormous met, and fled,

He fled from me unarm'd.

A monster,-fuch was never bred.
In martial Daunia's a foreft lands,
Nor Juba, in thy deserts fed,

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Dry, tawny lion-nurfing fands.

5. Place me, then on the lifeless plain,

a oak-grown.

Where summer breeze ne'er way'd the trees,

Nor" cheer'd, the joyless swain,

* O'er parch't Barbarian Syrtes goes

Or alps of Scythian fnow.

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Where fog eternal reigns, and where,
Malignant Jove torments the year,
Or be Numidian realms my lot,
The fiery rolling car too near,
Deny'd a house or cot.

6. My fweetly smiling Lalage',

And as the bird of spring, *

The sweetly chaunting-night and day
I'll love, and ever fing.

Of sweetest voice my Lalage;

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O DE XXIII. To CHLOE.

Vitas Hinnulěō, mē, similis Chloě
Quærenti pavidam, montibus aviis,
Matrem, non fine vario,

Montiumque et filuæ metu.

1. NHLOE, like a fkittish filly,
Chloé fhuns me like a fawn,

Bounding over low and hilly,
Devious over wood and lawn
Seeking dam, in piteous moan.

2. Not without her panic fears,
Quick, at every breath she hears,
* Leaf a shivering on the trees,
Infect buzzing in the breeze,
Panting heart, and trembling knees,

*If a bird the bushes fhake
Or green lizard stir the brake.

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