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virtue, and court honeft poverty without a portion. "Tis no bufinefs of mine, if the maft groan with the African storms, to have recourfe to piteous prayers, and to make a bargain with my 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 skiff with two oars, through the tumultuous Egean fea,
He promifes himself an immortality of fame from his poetical writings.
I HAVE executed a monument more lafting than brafs, and more fublime than the regal elevation of pyramids, which the wafting rain, the unavailing north-wind, or an innumerable fucceffion S of years, and the flight of feafons, shall not be able to demolish. I fhall not wholly die, but a great part of me fhall efcape Libitina.* 1 fhall continually be renewed in the praises of pofterity, as long as the priest fhall afcend the Capitol with the filent veftal virgin. Where the rapid Aufidus fhall murmur, and where Daunus, poorly fupplied with water, ruled over a ruftic people, I, exalted from a low degree, fhall be acknowledged as having originally adapted the Aeolic verfe to Italian meafures. Melpomene affume that pride which your merits have acquired, and willingly crown my hair with the Delphic laurel.
Q. HORATII FLACCI
Se jam ea aetate effe, ut a rebus Veneris alieno animo effe debeat.
INTERMISSA, Venus, diu
Rurfus bella moves? Parce precor, precor.
Non fum qualis eram bonae
Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium
Mater faeva Cupidinum
Circa luftra decem flectere mollibus
Jam durum imperiis: abi
Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces.
Tempeftivius in domo
Pauli, purpureis ales oloribus.
He was now arrived at fuch an age that he ought no longer to think of love affairs.
AFTER a long ceffation, O Venus, again are you ftirring up tumults. Spare me, I be
feech you, I beseech you. I am not the man I was under the dominion of good-natured Cynara. Forbear, thou cruel mother of foft defires, to bend one bordering upon fifty, now too hardened for your foft commands: go whither the foothing prayers of youth invoke thee. More feasonably may you revel in the house of Paulus Maximus, N 4
Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum.
Late figna feret militia tuae:
Largis numeribus riferit aemuli,
Albanos prope te lacus
Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea. Illic plurima naribus
Duces thura; [a] lyraeque et Berecyntiae
Miftis carminibus, non fine fistula.
Illic bis pueri die
Laudantes, pede candido
Me nec foemina, nec puer
Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum
In morem Salium ter quatient humum.
Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui
Nec certare juvat mero,
Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.
Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur
Manat rara meas lacryma per genas?
Cur facunda parum decoro
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.
flying thither with your splendid fwans; if you feek to enflame a fuitable breast. 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 shall bear the enfigns of your warfare far and wide: and whenever more prevailing than the ample prefents of a rival he fhall laugh at his expence, he fhall erect thee in marble
under a citron dome near the Alban lake. There you shall smell abundant frankincenfe, and fhall be charmed with the mixed mufic of the lyre and Berecynthian pipe, not with the flagelet. There the youths, together with the tender maidens, twice a day celebrating your divinity, fhall, Salian-like,§ with fnow-white foot, thrice shake 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 i ill-becoming filence? Thee, in my dreams by night I clafp, caught in my arms; thee flying crofs the turf of the Campus Martius, thee I purfue, O cruel one, through the rolling waters.
$ Priefts of Bacchus.