Brachia et vultum, teretesque suras Integer laudo. Fuge suspicari, Cujus octavum trepidavit ætas Claudere lustrum. Safely I praise her various charms, Her polish'd limbs, her face, her arms; Have none of jealousy's alarms, For I am old! ODE VI. AD TITUM SEPTIMIUM. SEPTIMI, Gades aditure mecum, et Cantabrum indoctum juga ferre nostra, et Barbaras Syrtes, ubi Maura semper Estuat unda; Tibur, Argæo positum colono, Unde si Parcæ prohibent iniquæ ; Flumen, et regnata petam Laconi Ille terrarum mihi præter omnes Bacca Venafro; Ver ubi longum, tepidasque præbet Invidet uvis. ODE VI. TO SEPTIMIUS. SEPTIMIUS! prompt to go with me Or where the Mauritanian sea Incessant boils; May I at Tibur find, at last, A safe retreat from wintry blast; Where, war's rough hazards being past, I'll rest from toils. But if the Fates severe deny,— To smooth Galesus will I fly, And seek those lands where, 'neath the sky, Phalantus reigns. That corner-spot hath charms for me Which ne'er in other parts I see; Where olives flourish, and the bee Rich harvest gains ; There genial spring her blessing pours, Mount Aulon gives. |