f&»' PR E F A G E. IT is thought not im'* proper to inform the Reader, that there having been lately published an Edition of this Book by Perfons who have no Right to the Printing thereof, the Co- pies therein being near all taken from the Miftdlan^ Poems pubi idl- ed by Mr. Dry den ^ and printed by Jacob Tonfon : Therefore the faid A 3 Pro- PREFACE. Proprietor, in Juftice to him (elf, hath PubHfhed this Edition, where- unto is added many Tranflations not in the other Edition, mod of which were never before Printed, and which are diftinguifhed from the reft, by being printed in an Italick Charader. CON- CONTENTS. ODES of HORACE. BOOK I. Ode I. To Mecaenas. page i Ode I. ^, 3 Ode II. By Arthur Maynwaring, Efq; s Ode III. Infcriy d to the Earl of ^oicommon^o-a his ii7teftdedl^oyagetohe\an IL Bv Mr. Glanvill. 6G Ode :MI. To' rvlcccenas. 67 Ode >. IV Imitated by Mr. Cou^iQVt. 69 Ode X V. 71 Ode XV. Imitated by Mr. C)\39 Ode XXIX. By Sir William Temple, 113 BOOK Ode III. Ode III. Ode VI. Ode VII. Ode IX. Ode IX. Ode IX. Ode IX. Ode XVI. CONTENTS, BOOK IV. Ode 11. Toe Praife of Pindar, hy Mr. Cow- ley. 117 Ode V. Imhated. Humbly A ddrefs*d to his Grace the Duke ofyi^LiVooiowf^h- 119 Ode VII. By Sir William Temple. 122 Ode VII. By another Hand. 123 v^ Ode IX. By Air. Stepney. 125"^ Ode IX, % Mr. Manning. 127^ Ode XIII. Never before Prijttcdz 129, E P O D E S. Epode I. J5y /kfr. Chetwood. 131 Epode II. By ikfr, Dryden. i33 Epode II. B} -^/r. Cowley. 136 Epode XV. rohis Perjur'd Mijlrefs, By Mr. T. Yalden. 13^ S ATYRS. BOOK I. Slityr I. By Mr. Horneck. lAi Satyr I. Imitated by a young Gentleman at Cam- bridge. 147 Satyr II. By Mr. Stafford. 15^ Satyr X. ^^^ The Country Moufe, A Paraphrafe upon Horace, Book 2. Sat. 6. By Mr. Cowley. i6f ^ E P 1- CONTENTS. EPISTLES, BOOK I. Epiftle IL Part ofit^ beginning at Non Domus & Fundus, non ^ris Acervus & Auri, &c. By ^/V William Temple. 169 Epiftle X. Froml.S.io CS. 170 Epiftle X. Paraphrafed by Mr. Cowley. iji Epiftle XVIII. Precepts of Friendjhip and Con- verfation. 175: Epiftle XVIII. By Mr. Pooley. 178 Horace'^ /irt of Poetry.^ by the Earl of Rofcom- mon, 186 HORACE, THE ODES O F H R A C E. BOOK I. ODE L To MEC MN AS, Several Men have feveral Delights j Lyrkh Poetry Is his. it E C iE N A S, born a Tufcan Viinch, My Joy, my Glory, my Defence j Some vit^v voith a clelighted Eye, Thick Clouds of Dufi around 'em fiy i While their contending Chariots rovpl, And nicely JJmi ^// Olympic Godj l/l^sere Races wen, and Falms bejlevp'd, £xatt a Monarch to n God. B Otketi J HO RJCE. Book L Othen in high Commands are frouJ, That great Treferment of the Crowd: Blown by their Breath the Bubble flies, Gaz'd at a while, then breaks and dies. Another ploughs his Father's Fields, His Bam holds all that Libya yields ; And Heap of Wealth and Worlds of Gain, Can never tempt him from the Tla'm-y Or drav his fearful Setd, to ride Jn Ships, and fiem the boiji'rous Tide, The Merchant, tofl in Angry Seas, Commends his Farm and rural Eafe; ret rigs his tattkr'd Ships once tnorCt Untaifgit, ttnable to be Toor. Some underneath a Myrtle Shade Or by fmonh Springs fupinely laid, Jn Mirth, and Wine, and wartim Play, Lofe half the Bufinefs of the Day. Others in tented Fields delight. And love the Horrors of a Fight, The Trumpets Sound, the fiern Dehatt, And all that anxious Mothers hate. The Hunter does his Eafe forgoe. And lyes abroad in Froft and Snev ; Forgetting foon his tender Wife With all the foft Delights of Life; imie faithful Hounds a Deerpttrfue^ Or keep the raging Boar in Vim. Me to fame Shady Fields remove ■ 'Where Nymphs and Satyrs dance and lovei Far dift ant from the bufie Throng, There let the Mttfes tun$ my Smgi But Book I. HORACE, But they in vain will firing my Lyre^ Unlefsyou. praife what they injpirei If you, propitious to my Fame, Jbmng the Ly ricks plant my Name', The Works that you with Judgment prize Will raife my Head adove the Skies. O D E I. BOunt'ous Meunas, Royal by Defcent, Guard of my Fame, and boafted Ornament SOME in the Ring delight to guide the Rein, And drive the Char'ot thro' the dufty Plain, Whilft glowing Wheels with Art the Goal decline, And Palms of Triumph round the Hero twine. Rival to Gods in Pomp, he's held divine. The bufie Candidate who Voices tries. And on the giddy Rabble's Smiles relies. Who undiftinguiOi'd Favours lend to Da/, To Morrow with a Caprice vote awajr. A Thki, whofe fole Ambition 'tis to till With Spade or Plough, his fmall paternal Soilj Safe in the Granary has lodg'd his Corn, From Africk's plent'ous Floors undamag'd born. Were you to bribe them with the World's Command, They'd never quit their golden Hopes on Land, B » The 4 HO RACE. Book f. The Merchant, when the Eaftern Sky's o'ercaft, Fearing the Hazards of th' approaching Blaft: When ftruggling Currents fwell the angry Tide, Twift the ftiff Plank, and rip the laboring Side, Applauds the even Breezes o^-the Shore, With th* humble Pleafures of his Country Store j Refits his fhatter'd Hulk, and puts to Sea, Untradablc to flighted Poverty. Others, in ample Bowls of M' "'•'•^ter than a Husband's Love 5 B 5 " A?^ 4 HO Ryi C E. Boox L And took too much Revenge on Rome, Preferv'd by Jove for his fuperior Doom. IV. Next, we are punifli'd with a Civil War, For which we fatal Arms prepare, Thofe Arms that (houid have bravely kill'd The haughty Perjictns in fome foreign Field, Fought Battles herej and in fucceeding Times, Our Youth will hear, aftonifh'd at our Crimes j That Roman Armies Romans flew; Our Youth, alas, will then be few* V. What God's Proteftion (hall our PeopI« crave, The falling State of Rome to fave? What moving Song {hall holy Maids prepare, To whom will Jove the Power convey. To expiate our Guilt away ? Oh fhceb»s hear our loud Complaints at lafi:. And to fupport this Empire hafte. With Clouds around thy glittering Shoulders caft ! VI. Or You, fair Cyprian Queen, defcend. You, whom Love and Jcy attend j Or thou, O Man, whofe only Pleafures are The Pomp of Arms, and the Ihriil Noife of War; To V. horn no Look To charming ihews, As the flern Frown of Soldiers, or their Foesj On thy neg!e£led Race look down. And fparc our Blood defcended from thy own: For fure, our long unnatural Fights, Give thee a furfeit of thy own Delights ! VII. Or, if 'tis you Bright Hermes, that appear Form'd in the Shape of young Auguftm here. Book I. HORACE. j Pleas'd to be call'd th' Aveogcr of our Guiit, For CAfrrs Blood, with Horror fpilti Late may you go to Heav'n again, And long o'er Romms happy reign ; Nor at our Crimes offended fly Too foon from hence to blefs your native Sky: Here rather ftill Great Triumphs iovci Here your juft Titles ftill approve \ Be ftill call'd Prince and Father of our Land, Nor let our Foesinfult, while you our Troops command. ODE III. hfcrih'd to the Earl of Roscommon, «« hh intended Foyage to Ireland. B^Ux. D RTD EN. frinied in the Second MifcelUnyy Page 74? SO may th'aufpicious Queen of Love, And the Twin Stars (the Seed of Jove) And he, who rules the raging Wind To thee, O facred Ship, be kind. And gentle Breezes fill thy Sails, Supplying foft Etefm Gales j As thou, to whom the Mufe commends The beft of Poets, and of Friends, Doft thy committed Pledge reftore, And land him fafely on the Shore: B 4 And 8 HORACE. Book I. And fave the better part of me, From pcrilhing with him at Sea. Sure he, who firft the PafTage try'd. In hardened Oak his Heart did hide. And Ribs of Iron arm'd his Side ! Or his at leaft, in hollow Wood, Who tempted firfl thf briny Fiood: Nor fear'd the Winds contending' roar. Nor Billows beating on the Shore j Nor Uyades portending Rain^ Kor all the Tyrants of the Main. What Form of Death could him affright, Who unconcern'd with ftcdfaft Sight Could view the Surges mounting fteep, And Monfters rolling in the Deep; Cou'd thro' the Ranks of Ruin go. With Storms above, and Rocks below ! In vain d'd Nature's wife Command, Divide the Waters from the Land, If daring Ships, anid Men prophane,. Invade th' inviolable Main; Th'eternal Fences o^er-leap; And pafs at will the boundlefs Deep." No Toil, no Hardfhip can reftrain Ambitious Man inur'd to Fain ; The more confiii'J the more he tries. And at forbidden Quarry Pixts, * Thus bold Vrometheus did afpire, And ftole from Heaven the Seed of Fire,- A Train of Ills, a Ghaftly Crew, The Robber's blazing track purfue ; Fierce Famine, with her meagre Facs, And Fevers of the fiery Race, ~^ In Book I. HORACE. In Swarms th' offending Wretch furrouniJ; All brooding on the blafted Ground : And lim^ping Death lalh'd on by Fate Comes up to fhorten half our Date. This made not Dedalus beware, With borrow'd Wings to fail in Air : To Hell Alcides forc'd his Way, Pluog'd thro' the Lake and fnatch'd his Prey, Nay, fcarce the Gods, or Heavenly Climes Are fafe from our audacious Crimes j We reach at Jove's Imperial Crown, And pull th* unwilling Thunder down. ODE IV. * By the E of R Wmtedin the lirji Tart ofMifcellmy Toems, Page 104,^ 'Onquer'd with foft and 'pleafing Charms, And never failing Vows of her Return, Winter unlocks his frofly Arms To free the joyful Spring, "Which for frefh Loves with youthful Heat does burn ; Warm South-winds court her, and with fruitful Showers Awake the drowfie Flowers, Who hafte and. all their Sweetnefs bring To pay their yearly Offering. No nipping White is feen, But all the Fields are clad in pleafant Greetij • B f Ar.U * iJst written by the E— — of R— — » 19 HORACE. Book I. And only fragrant Dews now fall: The Ox forfakes his once warm Stall To bask i'th' Sun's much warmer Beams j The Plowman leaves his Fire and his Sleep, Well pleas'd to whittle to his lab'ring Teams; 3VhiIft the glad Shepherd pipes to*s frisking Sheep, Nay, tempted by the fmiling Sky Wreckt Merchants quit the Shore, Refolving once again to try The Wind and Sea's Almighty Power; Chufing much rather to be Dead than Poor. Upon the flow'ry Plains, Or under (hady Trees, The Shepherdefles and their Swains Dance to their rural Harmonies; Then fteal in private to their covert Groves, There finifh their well-heighten'd Loves. The City Dame takes this Pretence ( Weary of Husband and of Innocence) To quite the Smoke and Bufinefs of the TowB, And to her Country- Houfe retires, "Where ihe may bribe, then grafp fome Country Clown, Or her appointed Gallant come To feed her loofc Defires ; "Whilft the poor Cuckold by his Sweat at home Maintains her Luft and Pride, Blc(l as he thinks with fuch a beauteous Bride. since all the World's thus gay and free. Why fhould not we? Let's then accept our Mother Nature's Treat, And plea/e our felyes with ail that's fweet ; Let's Book L HORACE. it Let's to the fliady Bowers, Where Crown'd with gawdy Flowers,' We'll drink and laugh away the gliding Hours. Traft rac, Thyrjit, the grim Conqueror Death With the fame freedom fnatches a King's Breath, He hurdles the poor fetter'd Slave, To's unknown Grare. ' Tho' we each Day with Coft rcpjttr, He mocks our greateft Skill and utmoft Cw^ i Nor loves the Fair, nor fears the Strong, And he that Rves the longeft dies but young; And once depriv'd of Light We're wrapt in mifts of endlefs Night. Once come to thofe dark Cells, of which we*re told So many ftrange romaotick Tales of old (In Things unknown Invention's juftly bold) No more {hall Mirth and Wine Our Loves and Wit refine. No more (hall you your Thyllis have, Fhyllis fo long you've priz'd; Nay flie too in the Grave Shall lye like us defpis'd. ^ D E U HORACE, Book IJ ODE V. Imitated by Mr. COWLEY, Tr'mted in his ?oems in Odavo, Vage 3 1 . I. 'T'O whom now, Tyrrhn, art thou kind? -*• To what Hcart-ravifh'd Lover Doft thou thy golden Locks unbind. Thy hidden Sweets difcover. And with large Bounty open kt All the bright Stores of thy rich Cabinet? IL Ah, fimple Youth, how oft will he Of thy chang'd Faith complain ? And his own Fortunes find to be So airy and fo vain : Of fo Camelion-like an hue. That ftill their Colour changes with it too ? IIL How oft, alas, will he admire The Blacknefs of the Skies? Trembling to hear the Winds found higher. And fee the Billows rife : Poor unexperienc'd he. Who ne'er, ala?, before, had been at Sea! IV. He enjoys thy calmy Sun-fhiKe now, Ar.d no Breath ftirring hears j In the clear Heaven of thy Browj No fmalleft Cloud appears. He BookL HORACE, 1} He fees thee gentle, fair, and gay, And tiufts the jaUhkfs April of thy Map Unhappy ! Thrice unhappy he, T whom thou untry'd deft (hine ! But there's no Danger now for me. Since o'er Loretto's Shrine, In witnefs of the Shipwrack ^^0:^ My Confecrated Vejfel hangs at laft. P O D E V. By Mr. H o R N E C K. \Yrrha, what flender well-fliap'd Beau, Perfum'd with Effence haunts thee now, And lures thee to fomc kind Recefs, To fport on Rofe-Beds funk in Eafe? Pr'ythee what Youth would'ft thou infnare, Artlefs and clean, with flowing Hair? How oft will he have caufe to mourn Thy broken Vows and Cupid's Scorn ? Unskill'd as yet, he'll wond'ring fpy Frelh Tempefts raging in that Eye, From whence he hop'd a Calmer Sky. Who now poor Gull enjoys the Blifs^ Thinks you divine and folely his ; Born down the Tide with eafy Sail, Little fufpeds an Adverfe Gale, Thrice wretched they who feel thy DartSj WfeilA Strangers to thy coquet Arts I 14 HORACE, teooK I. My Garments in the Fane difplajr'd, As Trophies that my Vows are paid> Own the Great Ruler of the Sea Author of my Delivery. O D E V. By Mr. MILT ON. Rendred almoft Word for Word without Rhyme accord- ing to the Latin Meafure, as near the Language wiW permit. TTT'kfl!/ Jknder Youth beim'd with liquid odours I ' ' Courts thee on Rofes in fome plea/ant Cuve, Pyrrha, for whom bind'fi thoH In wreaths thy golden Hair, flain in thy neatnefs ! O how oft (hall he On Taith and changed Gods complain : and Seas Rough with black winds andjiorms Unwonted fhall admire : fVho now enjpys thee credulous, all Gold, Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee ; cf flattering gales Unmindful. Haplefs they To whom thou untr/d feem'fi fair. Me in my w»V liBure the fured wall declares t' haw hung My dunk and dropping weeds To the Jiern God of Sea. ODE Book I. HORACE, if ODE VI. Applfdto theDukeofUAKLBOKQUGM. By Captain R— — S— — SHould Addifins immortal Verfe Thy Fame in Arms, Great Prince, rehearfe. With Anna's Lightning you'd appear. And glitter o'er again in War: Repeat the proud Bavariim's Fall, And in the Dmuke plunge the GauL 'Tis not for me thy Worth to fhew» Or lead -rfrW/« to the Foe. Defcribe ftern Diomede ia Fight, And put the wounded Gods to flight. I dare not with unequal Rage, On fuch a mighty Theme engage i Nor fully in a Vcrfe like mine, llluftrious Anna's Praife, and thme. Let the laborious Bpic Strain In lofty Numbers fing the Man, That bears to diftant Worlds his Arm*, And frights the Gemm with Alarvtts: His Courage and his Conduft tell. And on his various Virtues dwell: In Trifling Cares my humble Mufe A lefs ambitious Trad purfues : Inftead of Troops in Battel mixt, And Gauls w/h Br:i-'> Spears transfixt, She paints the foft Diftrefs and Mem ,, Of Dames expiring with the Spleen^ ^^^ r^ HORuiCE. Book L From the gay Noife, affefted Air, And litrle Follies of the Fair, A flender Stock of Fame I raife. And draw from others Faults my Praife. ODE IX. By Mr. C N G R E V E. Vides ut alta, ^c. In the Third Mifcellmy^ Page 142. I. "D Lefs me, 'tis cold ! how chill the Air ! ■^ How naked does the World appear ! But fee (big with the Off-fpring of the North) The teeming Clouds bring forth: -^ A Show'r of foft and fleecy Rain • Falls, to new cloath the Earth again. Behold the Mountain-tops around, As if with Fur of Ermins crown'd:_ And lo ! how by Degrees The univerfal Mantle hides the Trees, In hoary Flakes which downward fly. As if it were the AHtumn of the Sky, Whofe Fall of Leaf would theirs fupply : Trembling, the Groves fuftain the Weight, and bow ^ Like aged Lin,hj, which feebly go Beneath a venerable Head of Snow. II. Dif- Book I. HORACE. ' 17 II. Diffufive Cold does the whole Earth invade. Like a Difeafe, through all its Veins 'tis fpreid, And each late living Stream is num'd and dead. Let's melt the frozen Hours, make warm the Ain Let chearful Fires Soh feeble Beams repair; Fill the large Bowl with fparkling Wine, Let's Drink till our own Faces ihine. Till we like Suns appear, To light and warm the Hemifphere. Wine can difpence to all both Light and Heat. They are with Wine incorporate ; That pow'rful Juice, with which no Cold dares Boix, Which ftill is fluid, and no Froft can fix; Let that but in abundance flow, And let it ftorm and thander, hail and fnow, 'Tis Heav'os Concern, and l^t it be TheCareofHeiven ftill for me: , , c • Thefe Winds which rend the Oaks and plough the Seas, Great Jove can, if he pleafe, With one commanding Nod appeafe. in. Seek not to know to- Morrow's Doomj That is not ours, which is to come. Theprefent Moment's ail our floret The next, fhou'd Heav'n allow, Than this will be no more: So all our Life is but one Inftant Now. Look on each Day you've paft To be a mighty Trcafure won: And by each Moment out in halle j We're t9 HO RA C E. Book I We're fure to live toe faft, And cannot live too foon. Youth does a thoufand Pleafures bring, "Which from decrepit Age will fly ; Sweets that wanton i'th' Bofom of the Spring, In Winter'^ cold Embraces d^e. tv. Now Love, that everlafting Boy, invites To revel, while yoa may, in foft Delights: Now, the kind Nymph yields all her Charms, Nor yields in vain to youthful Arms. Slowly (he promifes at Night to meet. But eagerly prevents the Hour with fwifter Feet, To gloomy Groves and obfcure Shades fhe flies, There vails the bright Confcflion of her Eyes. Unwillingly fhe ftays. Would more unwillingly depart, And in foft Sighs conveys The Whifpers of her Heart. Still (he invites and Aill denies, And vows flie'll leave you if you're rude j Then from her Ravilher (he flies, But flies to be purfu'd : If from his Sight (he does her fclf convey,' ^ With a feign'd Laugh (he will her felf betray,^ J And cunningly inftruft him in the way. 5 ODE Book I. HORACE, ijl ODE IX. By Mr. D R Y D E N. In the Second Mifcellany, Tage 77, I. BEhold yon Mountain's hoary height, Made higher with new Mounts of Snow i Again behold the Winter's weight Opprefs the lab'ring Woods below : And Streams with Icy Fetters bound, Benum'd and cranipt to folid Ground. II. With well heap'd Logs diffolve the Cold, And feed the genial heat with l-'ires ; Produce the Wine, that makes us bold, And fprightly Wit and Love infpires : For what hereafter (hall betide, God, if 'tis worth His Care, provide. III. Let Him alone with what He made, To tofs and turn the World below ; At His Command the Storms invade } The Winds by His Commiflion blow j Till with a Nod He bids ^era ceafe. And then the Calm returns, and all is Peace. IV. To Morrow and her Works defy. Lay hold upon the prcfent Hour, And fnatch the Pleafures pafTing by. To put them out of Fortunes Pow'r: Nor Love, nor Love's Delights difdain. What e're thou get'ft to Day is Gain. V. Se- io HORACE. Book I. V. Secure thofe Golden early Joys, * That Youth unfowr'd with Sorrow bears, E're with'ring time the Tafte deftroys, With Sicknefs and unwieldy Years ! For aftive Sports, for pleafing RefV, This is the time to be pofTeft, The beft is but in Seafon beft, VI. The pointed Hour ofpromis'd Blify, The pleafing Whifper in the Dark, The half unwilling willing Kifs, That Laijph that guides thee to the Mark, When the kind Nymph wou'd Coynefs feign. And hides but to be found again, Thefe, th;;fe are Joys the Gods for Youth ordain. ODE IX. Imitated. Since the Hills all around us do Penance in Snow, And Winter's cold Blafts have benum'd us below; Since the Rivers chain'd up, flow with the fame fpeed,' As Crimina'' move to'ards the Pfalm they can't Read: Throw whoi? O.iks at a time, nay, whole Groves on the To keep out the Cold, and new Vigour infpire, [Fire* Ne'er wafte the dull time in impertinent Thinking, But urge and purfue the grand Bufinefs of Drinking. Come, pierce your old Hogfhead*?, ne'er ftint us in Sherry, For this is the Seafon te drink and be Merry : That Book I. H O R ji C E. 21 That reviv'd.by good Liquor, and Billets together. We may brave the loud Storms, and defy the cold Weather. We'll have no more ofBufmcfs; but, Friend, as you love us, Leave it all to the Care of the Good Folks above us. Whilft your Appetite's ftrong. and good Humour remains. And adive, brisk Blood does enliven your Veins, Improve the fweti Minutes in Scenes of Delight, Let your Friend have the Day, and your Miftrefs the Night- In the Dark you may try, whether Phillis is kind ; The Night for Intrigues was ever defign'd: Though fhe runs from your Arms, and retires toaShade, Some Friendly kind Sign will betray the coy Maid j All Trembling you'll find the poor baJhful Sinner } Such a Trefpafs is Venial in any Beginner: But, remember this Counfel when once you h:3ve met her. Get a Ring from the Nymph, or fomething that's better. ODE XIII. By Mr. G L A N V I L L. Cum Tu, Lydia^ Telephi^ ^c. In the Fourth Mifcellmy, Page 2S9. I. WHEN happy Strepho-i's too prevailing Charms, His rofie Neck, and his fott waxen Arms, Inhumane Lydia wantonly you praife, How cruelly my jealous Spleen you raifc ! Angft biiil'. up in my hot lab'i 1 g breaft, Kot to be hid, and lefs to be iuppreft. II. Then' 12 HORACE. Book I. II. Then 'twixt the Rage, the Fondncfs, aad the Shame,' Nor Speech, nor Thoughts, nor Looks remain the fanae. Fickle as my Miifd my various CoJour (hews. And with my Tide of Paffion ebbs and flows : Tears ftealing fall diftill'd by foft Defire, To (hew the melting Slownefs of the Fire. III. Ah! When I fee tliar livid Neck betray The Drunken Youth's too rudely wanton Play ; "When on thofe paflive Lips the Marks I find Of frantick boiling Kifles left behind j I rave to think thefe cruel Tokens (hew Things I can not miftake, and would not know. IV. How fond's the Hope, how foolifh and how vain, Of lading Love, from the ungrateful Swain ! Who that foft Lip fo roughly can invade; Hurting with cruel Joy the tender Maid; Quickly they're glutted who fo fierce devour j They flick the Ncftar, and throw by the Flower. V. But oh! thrice happy they that equal move In an unbroken Yoke of faithful Love ! Whom no Complaint, no Strife, no Jealoufie Sets from their gentle, grateful Bondage free i But ftiil they dear fad mutual Slaves remain. Till unkind Death breaks the unwilling Chain. ODE Book L HO RA C E. 25 ODE XV. Imitated by Mr. S. W, Never Printed before. I. A» Paris plough'd the watery flam. Bearing his fatal Prize, fair Helen, heme, Thefighing Windi and weeping Main Grew calm, whtlfi Nereus thus foretold his I)09m* Unhappy Youth ! purfu'd by Fat* And all that is unfortunate : Alas ! thou know'jl not, void of Care, Sow great a Flame thefe teeming Billows bearl With armed Troops, with Sword and lire. Shall all united Greece confpire To break th' unlawful Match and raxje thy Town, And rend from Priam'j Head his Royal Crown. Troy'j proud Towers, and NeptuneV PValh Fram'dby A^poWo'sfacred Lyre, Shall then be humbled with a Fall, And in one common Flame expire. Priam, who's now their happy Lord, By all his SubjeBs fo ador'd, Shan't in his buryd City find a Grave, iJor in the flaming Vile a Fuo'ral have. II. Yonder methinks the difmal Trageiy Jt felfis reprefenting to mine Eye. Methinks I fee the conqu'ring Troops appear, Sweati'ig beneath the glorious Arms >hey bear j The prancing Steeds, with Thunder arm'd and Hate, Drivi ocr the bloody Plains as fvfifi, ts l^^f' Yonder } 24 HORACE. Book I. londtr difpla/d the warlike Banner hears REVENGE infcri&'d in bloody CharaHers. Revenge and F.nin lead the furious Bandy Horrer and difmal Heaths its Steps attend; Cenquefi at length comes panting up behind. Methinks the az.ure Curtains of the Sky Op'ning, prefent all Heav'n unts my wond'ring Eye. The Godi are all in Comfel fate. Determining the Trojan Fate. Jove'j Thunder-bearer arm'd doesjia^d, Pallas her iEgis rakes in hand: And all but Venus will comply With TroyV determined Deftiny. Under her Conduct, thou in vainfhalt bear The hard FAtigues of mfuccefsful War. Some Love-Intrigue more skilfull to attempt. Braver in Venus than in Mars his Camp : M^ere thou might'fl out of Danger range and rove Through all the hidden Myfleries of Love : mere thou mighift with Perfumes anoint thy Hair, And tune in wanton Airs thy warbling Lyre, Grateful and ple.ifmg to the feeble Fair. iir. But it her Camp ia vain JJjalt thou refide. In Pleafiire drown'd, and with Enjoyment cloy'd: In vainfhalt thou attempt to fly From thy purftimg Defliny : At length thou fljalt {but oh too late!) Feel the long long deferved Blow of Fate. See, fee Ulyfles and the Pylion Sire For fculking Paris earnefily enquire. See fierce Minon feeks to bring him forth, Sig with ajufi and fwelling Tide ofmatk. And Book I. H O R A C E. ^i Arid all the injur d Greeks, rehofe bleeding Wounds Excite their Courage to redrefs their Wrongs. Whefe reaking Swords when feeble you Half Dead with Fear /Jjall trembling view, Swift, (ts the panting Doe Spying the Wolf her hungry Foe, Wiijged with F^ar, thmHt leave the warlike Scat, Atidfeek among fi the Fair apfe Retreat. IV. Achilles j7;4// awhile refent his Wrong, Whofe Ab fence may the Trojan Fute prolong: But when appeas'd, no tnore fhall he retreat, But with redoubled Force his Blows repeat, Vntill in Seas of Blood he quench his angry Heat. Thoufmds of Men flj all fall, and Trojan Dames, Embarqu'd for Scyx in their own Crimfon Streams'. At length ten rowlir.g Tears fliall bring about the Time: ; When Ttoy fi'fl drown'd in Blood mtifi end in Flames. Then in one blazing Pile Jhall Troy expire, And then thy Flames of Love fJoall end in Flames of Fire. ODE XIX. By Mr. CO NG REVE, Mater fasva Cupidinum, e>>e. In the Third Mifcellany, Page 137, I. T^ H E Tyrant Queen of foft Defires, -*- With the reliftlefs Aid of fprightly Wine, And wanton Eafe, confpires To make my Heart its Peace refign, C And 26 HORACE. Book I. And to admit Loves long rejcftcd Fire?. For beauteous Glycera I burnj The Flames fo long repell'd with double force return; Endlcfs her Charms appear, and fhinc more bright Than polifh'd Marble when reflecting Light: V/ith winning Coynefs, (he my Soul difarms: And when her Looks are coldeft, moft ftie warms : Her Face darts forth a thoufand Rays, t Whofe Luftre an unwary Sight betrays, > My Eye-balls fwim, and I grow giddy whiklgaie. S IL She comes? She comes! {he rufhes in my Veias? At once all Ventis enters, and at large (he reigns \ Cipriis no more with her Abode is blcll, I am her Palace, and her Throne my Breaft. Of Savage Scythian Arms no more I write. Or Parthian Archers, who in flying fight j And make rough War their Sport, Such idle Themes no more fhall move Nor any thing but what's of high Intiport; And what's of high Import but Love? Vervain and Gums, and the green Turf prepare 5 V/ith Wine of two Years Old, your Cups be filj'd: After our Sacrifice and Prayer, The Godd«fs may incline her Heart to yield. I: - 7^ ODE Book I. HORACE. 27 ODE XXII. By Lord ROSCOMMON. Integer Vitae, ^c. Trinted in the Tirj2 Part of Mifcellany Voems, Page 99; TTIrtue. Pear Friend, needs no Defence, ' The ilircft Guard is Innocence : None knew, 'ill Guilt created Fear, "What Darts cr poyfon'd Arrows were. Integrity undaunted goes, Through Libyan Sands or Scythian Snows,- Or where Hydafpes wealthy fide Pays Tribute to the Per/ian Pride. For as (by amorous Thoughts betray d] Carclefs in Saiine Woods 1 ftray'd, A grifly foamiflg Wolf, unfed. Met nie unarm'd, yet trembling fied. No Beaft of more portentcus Size, In the Hercinian Foreft lies; None fiercer, in Ntitnidii* bred, "With Carthage were in Triumph led. Set me in the Remote^ Place, , That Neptune's frozen Arms embracei, "Where angry Jove did never fpare One Breath of kind and temp'rate Air: C J Set *» S HORACE. BooKrL Set me, where on fome pathlefs PJaia The fwarthy Africans complain. To fee the Chai'ot of the Sun So near the fcorching Country run: The barning Zone, the Frozen Ifles, Shall hear me fing of CdicCs Smiles, All Cold bur in her Breafl: I will defpife, And dare all Heat but that of CdiiCi Eye?. ODE xxir. Imitated by the fame Hand. Trintei before Mrs. Philips'^ Toems, friafedfor J. T, f. TTIrtue (dear Friend) needino Defence, ■ No Arms but its own Innocencej Quivers and Bows, and pcifon'd Dart?, Are only us'd by Guilty Hearts. II. An Honed Mind fafely alone, May travel thro' the Burning Zonej Or thro' the deepeft Scythian Snows, ^ Or where the fam'd Hydafpes flows. III. While rul'd by a refiftlefs Fire, Our grea*^ * Orindi I ad .-n ire. The hu i.sry Wo]\^es that fee me ftray, Unarm'd and fmgle, run away. IV. Set me in the Remoteft Place That ever Neptune did embrace. When ^ Mrs. Katharine rhiilips Book I. HO RA C E, when there her Image fills my Breaft, Helicon is not half fb blefi. V. Leave me upon fome Libyan Plain, So {!hc my Fancy encerrain, And when the thirHy Monfters meef, They'll ail pay homage to my Feet. VI. The Magick. of Omda's Name Not only can their Fiercencfs tame, But if that mighty Word I once rehearfc, They feem fubmiflively to roar in Verfe, i> ODE XXJL Imitated by Mr. THO M AS TALDE IC Tn the Fourth Mifcellanj, Page 20 (5. J. THE Man that's uncorrupt, end free from Guilt, That the Remorfe of fecret Crimes ne'er felf, Whofe Breaft was ne'er debauch'd with Sin, But finds all cairn, and all at Peace within; In his Integrity fecure, He fears no Danger, dreads no Pow'r: Uielefs arc Arms for his Defence, That keeps a faithful Guard of Innccense," • II. Secure the hsppy Innocent may rove, The Care of ev'ry Pow'r above : C 3 Altfeo' 30 HORACE. Book L Altho' lyiarm'd he wanders o'er The treacherous Libya! % Sands, and faithlefs Shore. Tl.o' o'er th'inhofpitable Brows Of favMge Caucafm he goes : Thro' Africkh Flames, thro' Scyth'tiCz Snows, Or where Hjdnf^es, fam'd for Monftcrs, flows, III. For as within an unfrequented Grove, I tun'd my willing Lyre to Love: With plcaling am'rous Thoughts betray'd, Beyor.d my Bounds infenfibly 1 ftray'd, A Wolf that vifew'd me fled away, He fled from his defencelefs Prey : When I invok'd Maria's Aid, Altho' unarm'd, the trembling Monfler fled. IV. Not DauKiit's teeming Sands, nor barbarous Shore, E'er fuch a dreadful Native bore : Nor Africk's nurling Caves brcught forth So fierce a Beaft, of (o amszirg Growth. Yet vain did a;l his Fury prove, Againft a Breaft that's arm'd with Love, Tho' ablenr, fair Mifiii's Name Subdues the Fierce, and makes the Savage tame; V. Commit me now to that abandon'd Place, Whence cheerful Light withdraws its Rays; Ko Beams on barren Nature fmile. Nor truitful Winds refrefh th'intemp'ratc SoH: But Tempefts, with eternal Frofl, Still rage around the gloomy Coaftj Whilfl: angry Jove infcfts the Air, And black with Clouds, deforms the fullen Year. VI. O; Book I. HO RA C E, li VI. Or pl3ce me now beneath the Torrid Zone, To live a Borderer on the Sun ; Send me to fcorching Lands, whofe Heat Guards the deftruftive Soil from Humane Feet: Yet there I'll fing Marin's Name, And fporr, uninjur'd, 'midfl the Flame: Maria's Name ! That will create, even there, A milder Climate, and more temperate Air. ODE XXII. Paraphraftically imitated by Mr. J. H. Never Frinted Before, Integer vitae, fcekrifque purus, (^t-, I. HEncefuviJJo Tear, thy Stygian Wngs dif^Uy! Thou ugly Tiend ef Hell, awdj ! Uyapt in thick Clouds, and Shades of Nijit To confcious Souls direSl thy Flight! There brood on Guilt, fix there a loath'd Embrace, jind popagate vain Terrors, Trights, Dreams, Goblins, and imagind Sprights, Thy vifionary Tribe, thy black and moifirOHs Race, Go, haunt the Slave that fiains his Hands in G«rel Tojfefs the perjur'd Mind, and wrack the Ufarer more Than his Opfrejfion did the Poor before. ' Vainly, you feeble M retches ! you prepare The glkt'ring Forgery of War \ C 4 Ihs 3'^- HORACE. Book Ir ThspolfondI>art, the Parthian Bow, and Spear Like that the warlike Moor is -amt to wield, Which ph'd md guided from his Ear He n-hirls impetuous thro' the Field: In vainyoii brace the Helm, md heave in vain the Shield, He's onlyfafe, rohofe Armotir of Defence Is adammtme Innocence. IH. If o'er thefleepy Alps he go, (Vafi Mountains of eternal Snorv) €;- where f am' d Ganges and Hydafpes/tfjp; If o'er parch'd Africk'j defar't Land, Where threatniug from afar, Th' affrighted TravelU r EncauKtm moving Hills of Sand; No Stnfs of Danger cm diflurb his K?/) Hs fears no human Force, nor favage Beafi, Impenttrable Courage feels his manly Breaji, IV. l^us late within the Sabine Grove While free from Care, and full of Love 2 raife wy tuneful Voice, ardfiray S^egardlefs of my felf and Way, Agrizly Wolf with glaring Eye View'd me difarm'd, yet pafs'd mhttrtful by. ' A fiercer Monfter ne'er in quefl of Food Apulian Forrefis did moleft ; Nuraidia never faw a more prodigious Beafi ; iN'uniidia, Mother of the tawny Brood; Where the fower Lyonfhakes his brinded Mane] A^d roars alond for Prey, md feoms the fpacioMs Plain. 'V, P/<»« Book L HORACE, 35 V. Thee me where nofoft Breeze of Summer Whd Did e'er the ftiffend Soil unbind: Where no intruding Warmth e'er durfl invade. But Winter holds his unmolejied Sent In all his hoary Robes array'd, jSnd rattling Storms of Hail, and voifie Tem^efls beai. Tlace me beneath the fcorching Blaze, Of the fierce Sun's immediate Rays; Where Houfe nor Cottage e'er were feet}, Nor rooted flmt or Tree, nor ffringing Greer}. Tet {lovely Lalage !) my generous Flame Shall ne'er expire, I'll boldly fing of thee, ■ Charm' d with the Muftck of thy Name, And guarded by the Gods of Love and foetry. ODE XXVIIL Imitated by Mr, P R I R. Tc Maris 8c Terrje, numeroque carditis Arena Menforem, cohibcnt, Achyta, Sec Trinted in Mr. Prior'j Toems, Page 13^. SA Y, deareft Villiers, poor departed Friend, Since fleeting Life thus fuddenly muft end. Say, what did all thy bufie Hopes avail, That anxious thou from Pole to Pole did'il Sail E'er on thy Chin the fpringing Beard began To fpread a doubtful Dowa, and promife Man? Q S What ^4 ii O RA C 'E. Book L what prohted thy T/houghtE, and Toils, and Cares, In Vigour more confirm'd, and riper Years? To wake e'er Morning dawn to loud Alarms; And march 'till Clofe of Night in heavy Arms': To fcorn the Summer's Sans, and Winter's Snows; And fearch thro' every Clime thy Country's Foes ? That thou might'fl: Fortune to thy Side ingage. That gentle Peace might ^ueil Bellona's Rage; And AnnPih Bounty crown her Soldier's hoary Age? In vain we know that free-will'd Man has Pow'r To hafren or protrad th' appointed Hour. Our Term of Life depends not on our Deed; Before our Birth oiar Funeral was decreed. Mor aw'd by Forelighr, nor mif-led by Chance, Imperious Death dire6l^ the Ebon Lance; Peoples great Henrfs Tombs, and leads up Holkn's Dance. Alike muft ev'ry S'ate, and ev'ry Age Suftain the univerfol Tyrant's Rage; For neither IViliiani's Pow'r, nor Mary\ Charms Could or repel or pacifie his Arm?. Young Churchill fell as Life began to bloom; And Bradford's trembling Age expecHs the Tomb. Wifdom and Eloquerce in vain would plead One Moment's Refpite for the Learned Head. Judges of Writings and of Men have dy'J; Mecdnas, Sackxille, Socrates, and HyJe. And in their various Turns the Sons mufl tread Thofe gloomy Journies, which their Sires have led. The antienc Sage, which did fo long maintain. That Bodies die, but Souls return again, 'With ail the Births and Deaths he had in flore, Went out f^thdgorsu, and came no more. And Book I. HORACE. If And modern Af — I, whofe capricious Thought Is yet with Stores of wilder Notions fraught. Too foon conwinc'd, fhall yield that fleeting Breath, Which play'd fo idly with the Darts ot Death. Some from the ftranded Veflel force their Way ; . Fearful of Fate, they meet it in the Sea: Some who efcape the Fury of the V/ave, Sicken on Earth, and iiok into a Grave. In Journies, or at home, in War or Peace j By Hardfhips many, many fall by Eafe. Each changing Seafbn does its Poifon bring ; Rheums chill the Winter; Agues blaft the Spring: Wet, Dry, Cold, Hot, at the appointed Hour, All ad fubfervient to the Tyrant's Pow'r; And when obedient Nature knows his Will, A Fly, a Grape- ftone, or a Hair can kill. For reftlefs Vroferfme for ever treads In Paths unfeen o'er our devoted Head?; And on the fpacious Land and Liquid Main Spreads flow Difeafe, or darts afflidive Pain; Variety of Deaths confirm her endlefs Reign. On curft Tiavas Banks the Goddefs ftood. Shewed her dire Warrant to the rifing Flood; Then, whom 1 long muft love, and long mufl; mourn. With fatal Speed was urging his Return; In his dear Country to difperfe his Care, And arm himfclt by Reft for future War: To chide his anxious Friends officious Fears, And promife to their Joys his elder Years. Oh ! Deftin'd Head ! and oh ! Severe Decree ! Nor native Country thou, nor Friend fhalt fee; Nor V/ar haft thou to Wage, nor Year to come: Impending Death is thine, and inflant Doom ! Haikr 35 HORACE. Book L Hark ! The imperious Goddefs is obey'd, Winds murmur, Snows defcend, and Waters fpread ! Oh! Kinfman, Friend! Oh! Vain are all the Cries Of humane Voice! Strong Deftiny replies j Pf^eepyoti on Earth, for he fiall Jleep Mor»i Theme none return, and thither all muft ge. Who e'er thou art, whom Choice or Bufincfs leads To this fad River or the neighbouring Mcadsj If thou may'ft happen on the deery Shoars To find the Objea which this Vtr{^ deplores ; Cleanfe the pale Corps with a religious Hand, From the polluting Weed and common Sand} Lay the dead Heroe graceful in a Grave, The only Honour he can now receive; And fragrant Mould upon his Body throw, And plant the Warriour Laurel o'er his Brow; Light lye the Earth, and flourifh green the Bough. So may juft Heav'n fecure thy future Life "from foreign Dangers, and domeftick Strife : And when th' infernal Judge's difmal Power, From the dark Urn fhall throw thy deflin'd Hour; When yielding to the Sentence, breathlefs thoQ And Pale ftalt lye, as what thou burieft now; May fome kind Friend the piteous Obje£t fee, ..^od equal Rites perform to that which once was thee. €) D E BeoK h H R^ C E. ^7 O D E XXIX, Tranjlated by Mr. W. D U N C o M B. To Iccius a Philofopher. Horace upbraids him vptth his Intention to quit his Book, and. the Study of Fhilofo^hy, for a Military Life, out of an a- variciotts Temper. ICCIUS, whofe Breaft t\i' Arabian Gold infpires, From Lufts of happy Wealth, with Martial Fires > Who boldly now defigns to take the Field, Againft SaUan Kings, unknowing yet to yield 5 . And proudly meditai'ft the fullen Medsr Thy Slave in Chains triumphantly to lead. What Captive Dam'fel (hall thy Will obey. For Husband flain, and own thy fov'reign Sway? What fpruce and courtly Youth, with Plaited Hair^ Shall at thy Board the brimming Goblet bear; Skilful from his Hereditary Bow, With finewy Force the Parthian Shaft to throw ? Who will deny, that Rivers may afcend> And Tyber's rapid Current backward bend? When you, who promis'd better things, prepare A Captain's Equipage, and feek the War: And change VanAtius Books^ with Care procuv'd- And Xmphon and FlatQ, for the Sword. JS'l' O.D E w HO RACE. Book L ODE XXXI. By Mr. J. H. Never Vr'mted before. Quid Dedicatum, ^c. Hilfl the rich/parkling Juice I facrifice, 'lis not a Bribe to tempt the Deities. I ask not Heaven the plenteous Crops of Corn In rich Sardinia'^/?/ Enclofures born; Not the large Flocks Calabria'j Mountains feed Nor numerous Herds its teeming Vallies breed i Not th'ltory Teeth r ear' d under Afian Vines, Nor Gold nor Gems that fleep in Indian Mines ; Nor -verdant Plains where fitent Lyris flowsr And deals its fatning Moijiure as it goes. Where Fortune blindly has befloxed her Vines, Let fuch prepare and drink the racey Wines ; Let the rich Merchant who can rule the Seas, And of the Sods buy profperous Voyages, Let him exchange his precious Gums and Spice, And cpflly Balms for Wim to feed his Vice, Let him in lufcious far-fetcWd Dainties rowl. Four endlefs floods into his golden Bowl, And drihk the Plea/kre to his inmofl Soul. Give me a wholfom Sallad from the Field f, Such homely Fare as Nature frankly yields; Add to this frugal Life but Health and Senfe, I ask no greatsr Things of Providence. Only thoh God of Numbers and the Lyre, Do thou my Mnfick and my Verfe infpire. Aid tche-i this fr.owy Head is chill'd with Age, . Still in my Breafi pr?ferve thy Sacred Rage, ODE Book I. H O R J C E, 5^ ODE XXXIIL By the fame Hand. Never Printed before. Albi, ne doleas, i^c. \J[Ourri not, Tibullus, if fome Younger Charp:s ^^■^ Have drawn your perjurd Miftrefs from your Artnij, 'lis not your Fate alone ; The brighteft Maid That Rome can boafi, is by her Lore betray'd, And pines that Cyrus makes unkind Returns, U'hiiji for a. Nymph lefs fair and kind he bums. "But fooner fjall fierce IVolves with Kids confpire, Than rigid Phloe grant his lewd Defire, Or melt before the Boy's unlawful Fire. Thus do the hard unfeeling Towers above Match the rough Vulture to the fofter Dove, yfnd make a cruel Spsrt of Mortals Love. Even J, tho' nobler Virgins court my Bed, Am yet bewitch'd to Love a Chamber-Maid: Myrtale, rougher than the boijierous M''aves, Has Charms enough to make poor Poets Slaves. HORACE. HORACE, BOOK ir. ODE IL Imitated by Mr. PRIOR. Written in the Tear 1692. Trinted by J. Tonfon in Folio. I ^O W long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lye In the lethargick Sleep, the fad Repofe, By which thy clofe, thy conftant Enemy, Hasfoftly lull'd thee to thy Woes? Or wakedegeneratelfle, or ceafe to own What thy old Kings in Gallick Camps have done; The Spoils they brought thee back, the Crowns they won. William, fo Fate requires, again is arm'ds Thy Father to the Field is gone; Again Maria weeps her abfent Lord; For thy Repofe content to rule alone.. . Arc thy enervate Sons not yet alarm'd ? When WilUeim fights, dare they look tamely on," So flow to get their ancient Fame reftor'd, As not to melt at Beauty's Tears Jior follow Vabur's Sword ? ^ ' II. See Book II. HORACE. 4< 11. See the repenting Ifle awakes, Her vicious Chains the generous Goddefs breaks : The Fegs around her Temples are difpell'd ; Abroad flie looks, and fees arm'd Bdgli (land Prepay 'd to meet their common Lord's Command; Her Lions roaring by her Side, her Arrows in her Hand; And blu(Vsing to have been fo long with-held. Weeps off her Crime, and haftens to the Field. Henceforth her Youth fhall be inur'd to bear Hazardous Toil ard aaive War : To march beneath the Dog-ftar's raging Heaf, Patient of Summer's Drought, and martial Sweat-, And only grieve in Winter's Camps to find Its Days too fhort for Labours they dofign'd : All N1oht beneath hard heavy Arms to watch,' All Day to mount the Trench, to Storm the Breach j And all the rugged Paths to tread Where William and his Virtue leadi in. (a) Silence is the Soul of War; Deliberate Counfel muft prepare The mighty Work which Valour muft compleat : ThxiZ William refcu'd, thus preferves the State; Thus teaches us to think and dare : As whilft his Canon juft prepar'd to breath Avenging Anger and fwift Death, In the try'd Metal the clofe Dangers glow, And now too lat^ the dying Foe Perceives the Flame, yet cannot ward the Blow. (n) Eft ^ fideli mtfl Silemio Merfts, &c. / 4i HORACE. Book II. So whilft in W'tUinnii Breaft ripe Counfcls ]ye. Secret and fure as brooding Fate, No more of his Defign appears Than what awakens Callia's Fears. And (the' Guilf's Eye can (harply penetrate) Difiraded Lewis can defcry Only a Jong unmeafur'd Ruin nigh. IV. On Norman Coafts, and Bar.ks of frighted Seiijt, Lo the impending Storms begin ! 'Britunma fafely thro' her Mallei's Sea Plows up her vidtoriou? Way. The Trench Salmoneus throws his Bolts in vain, Whilft the True Thumhrer fferts the Main! 'Tis done, to Shelves and Recks his Fleets retire.' Swift Vidtory in vengeful Flames, Burns dowr. the Pride of their prefumptuous Names: They run to Shipwrack, to avoid our Fire, And the torn VeffJs that regain their Coaft, Are but fad Marks to fhew the reft are loft. All this the mild, the beauteous Queen has done. And miliam's Softer Half fhakes Lewis' Throne. Maria, does the 5ea command, Whilft Gallia flies her Husband's Arm by Land : So, the Sun abfcnt, with full Sw-.v the Moon Governs the Ifles, and rules the Waves alonej So Jum thunders, when her fove is gone. U Britannia I Loofe thy Ocean's Chains, Whilft Rugel ftrikes the Blow thy Queen ordains: Thus refcu'd, thus revered, for ever ftand, And biefs the Counfel and reward the Hand, lo Britmnini thy Mttrifi reigns. V. From Book II. HORACE. 45 V. (a) From Mury's Conquefts, and the refcu'd Main, Let Vrance look forth to Sambres armed Shore, And boaft her Joy for M'il'iam's Death no more. He lives, let France confefs the Vidor lives: Her Triumphs for his Death were vain. And fpoke her Terror of hi» Life too plain.' The mighty Years begin, the Day draws nigh. In v/hich that one of LtxcU many Wives, Who by the baleful Force of guilty Charms, Had long inthrali'd him in her withered Arms, Shall o'er the Plains from diftant Tow'rs on high, Caft around her mournful Eye, And with prophetick Sorrow cry : Wh-j does my ruin'd Lord retard his Flight ? IVhy dees Defl^air provoke his Age to fight I As well the Wolf may vepture to engage The angry Lyon's generous Rage: The rav'r.OHs Vultur, and the Bird of Night, As fafely tempt the fiooping Eagle's Flight: As Lewis to unequal Arms defy Ton Hero, crown' d with blooming ViBory,, Juft triumphing o'er Rebel Rage reflrain'd. And yet unbreath'd from Battels gain'd. See ! All yon dufy Fields quite cover d o'er Ifith hojlile Troops, and Orange at their He.%d, Orange {a) Ilium ex Manibus hoflkis, Matrona belUntis T,raw3i Frofpiciens, ^ adulta Virgo Siifpirit, Eheu ! Ne rudis Agminum Sponfus lacefTat Regius afperam, Teftu Leonem, quern cruenta. ^ Per mcdias rapit Ira Gjedes. 4# HORACE. Book II, Orange deflin'd to compleat The great Tieftgns of lab'ri»g Fate. Orange ! The Name that Tyrants dread: He comes ! Our ruin'd Empire is no more : 'Down, like the Perfian, goes the Gallick Throne; "Dzx'ms flies, young Ammon urges on I VJ. Now from the dubi'Ous Battel's mingled Heat, (a) Let Fear look back, and ftretch her hafty Wing, Impatient to fecure a bafe Retreat : Let the pale Coward leave his wounded King, For the vile Privilege to breath. To live with Shame in dread of glorious Death, In vain; for Fate has Swifter Wings than Fear, She follows bard, and fticks him in the Rear: Dying and mad the Tyrant bites the Ground, His Back transfix'd with a difhoneft Wound; Whilfl thro* the fierceft Troops and thickeft Prefs, Virtue carries on Succefs; Whilft equal Heaven guards the diftinguifh'd Bravei And Armies cannot hurt, whom Angels fa.ve. VIL {h) Virtue to Verfe immortal Luftre gives j Each by the other's mutual Friendfhip lives : Mneas- {a) Duke c^ decorum efl pro fatri^ mofh Mors c^ Fugacem profequitur Virumi Hec parcit imbeliis JiiventA, Popliti&tts timidoque Tergo. (b) Virtus Rfpuffa nefcia. fordid& Jntaminatis fulget Honoribm Nee posit aut fumit^ Secures jixMtri9 Popukris Am a. 1 Book II. HORACE. 4^ JEneas fuffer'd, and Achilles fought, The Hero's A(fts enlarg'd the Poet's Thought ; Or Virgil's Majcfly, and Homer's Rage, Had ne'er, Hkc lafting Nature, vanquifh'd Age : Whilft Levfis then his rifing Terror drowns With Drums Alarms, and Trumpets Sounds, Whilft hid in arm'd Retreats, and guarded Towns, From Danger as from Honcur free, He bribes clofe Murder againft open War : In vain you Gallick Mufes ftrive With labour'd Verfe to keep his Fame alive; Your mouldring Monuments in vain you raifb On the weak Bafis of the Tyrant's Praife : Your Songs are fold, your Numbers arc prophane, 'Tis Incenfe to an Idol giv'n. Meat oifer'd to Fremeihetis' Man, That had no Soul from Heav'n. Againft his Will you chain your frighted King On Rapid Rhine's divided Bed, And mock your Hero, whilft you fing The V/ounds for which he never bled; Fallhood does Poifon on your Praife diffufe, And Lewis' Fear gives Death to Boilean's Mufir. VIII. On its own Worth true Majefty is rear'd. And Virtue is her own Reward, With folid Beams, and native Glory bright. She neither Darknefs dreads, nor covets Lightj True to her felf, and fix'd to inborn Laws, Nor funk by Spite, nor lifted by Applaufe, She from her fettled Orb looks calmly down. On Life or Death, a Prifon or a Crown. When; 46 HORACE, Book IL When, bound in double Chains poor Belgin lay. To foreign Arms, and inward Scrife a Prey ; Whilft one good Man buoy'd up her finking State j And Virtue labour'd againft Fate ; When Fortune bafely with Ambition join'd, And all was Conquer'dbut the Patriot's Mind: When Storms let loofe and raging Seas, Juft rcaJy the torn VtfTd to o'erwhelm, Forc'd not the faithful Pilot from his Helm j Nor all the Syren Songs of future Peace, And dazling Profpedt of a promis'd Crown, Could lure his ftubborn Virtue down; But againft Charms, and Threats, and Hell he flood, To that which was fevcrely good; Then had no Trophies juftit/d his Fame, No Poet blefs'd his Song with Najfau's Name, Virtue alone did all that Honour bring, ■ And Heaven as plainly pointed out ths King, As when he at the Altar ftood, In all his Types and Robes of Power; Whilft at his Feet religious Britain bow'd. And own'd him next to what we there adore. IX. Say, joyful Matze, and Boyne\ vi E calm, my Belius, and ferene, •^-^ However Fortune change the Scene ! In thy moft Dejeded State, Sink not underneath the Weight; Nor yet, when Happy Days begin. And the full Tide comes rowling in. Let a fierce unruly Joy The fettled Quiet of thy Mind deflroy: Hovpever Fortune chatige the Scene, Se calm, my HdiMi, and Jsrenel 11. Be thy Lot good, or be it ill, Lite ebbs out at the fame rate flill : "Whether with bufie Cares oppreft. You wear the fullen Time away j ©r whether to fweet Eafc and Reft You fometimes give a Day ; Carekfly Book II. H O R A C E. yi Carelefly laid, Underneath a friendly Shade By Pines and Poplars mixt Embraces made; Near a River's Aiding Stream Fetter'd in Sleep, blefs'd with a Golden Dream. iir. Here, here, in this much envied State, Let every BlefTing on thee wait; Bid the Syrian Nard be brought. Bid the hidden Wine be fought. And let the Rofe's (hort-liv'd Flower, The fmiling Daughter of an Hour, Flourifli on thy Brow : Enjoy the very, very now ! While the good Hand of Life is in, While yet the fatal Sifters fpin. IV. A little hence, my Friend, and thou Muft into other Hands refign Thy Gardens and thy Parks, and all that now Bears the pleaiing Name of thine: Thy Meadows, by whofe planted Tides Silver Tyier gently glides ! Thy pleafant Houfes ; all muft go. The Gold that's hoarded in *em tooj A jolly Heir fhall fet it free. And give th'imprifon'd Monarch Liberty. V. Nor matters it, what Figure here Thou doft among thy Fellow-mortals bcafj How thou wcrt born, or how begot, Iropartia] Death matters it not; D 1 With yi HORACE. Book IL With what Titles thou doft fhine, Or who was firft of al! thy Line : Life's vain Amuferaents! aitidft which we dwell, Not weigh'd, nor underftood, by the grim God of HcU. VI. In the fame Road (alas !) All travel on ! By all alike, the fame fad Journey mufl be gone ! Our blended Lots together lye. Mingled in oRe common Urn, Sooner or later out they fly : The fatal Bout then wafts us to the Shore," "Whence we never (hall return Never Never more! ODE IV. Imitated^ The Lord G to the E. of ^- Kefit AhiiUa, tihi Amor Fuderi, &c. I. DO not, moft fragrant Earl, difclaim Thy bright, thy reputable Flame, "^o B le the Brown j But publickly cfpoufe the Dame, And lay G— — — fS HORACE. Book II. Kof are her Shoulders fit to bear The Weight of Love, when it once fajlens there; She'd rather -wanton in a Stream, Or in the flow'ry MeadovDs play, ^s yet not confcious of a Flame, But that vhich fcorches her, the Day. II. Arvhileyour Importunities delay. Time will difclofe the hidden Treafure, Then veith a jttfl Confent you may Take the Voffeffion of the Vleafttre. Already fin reveals her Flame, The God of Love is big within her: Her Words, her Eyes, her every thing proclaim How fain Jhe'd be a Sinner. See with what fervent Heat [he prejfes. As if floe\l challtnge your Addreffes. See how the BluJJiesfly from ev'ry Fart And foftly tell the Dilates of her Heart, Nor is it all fo flrange and new, nature ftipplies the Strength fhe takes from yon* III. Thefprightly Nymph no longer can conceal. Her Morntng Beamy flje's refolv'd tofpend With fome deferving Friend, 2Vr Death o'er all hsr Glories draws the Veil. To tell the Truth, floe's exojiifltely Jim, In her the fcatter'd Bays of Beauty join, Nature in her has her whole felf outdone. And roifs the Sex to Crowd them into one. Chloris and Phillis fomething fair. Art but as Foils, fliould they with her compart. The Book II. HORACE, 59 The Moon her felf when at the Fullf Is in refpeH but gloomy, dark and dull. Nay pretty Ned's mofl amorous Grace, Car't reach the bright ?erfe6im of her lace. The' to a Miracle Jo neat, Ton'd fwear he were a Cheat. ODE VIII. Eftgliped by Mr, D U K E In the Tirfi Mifcellany, Page no, IF ever any injur'd Power, By which the falfe Barine fwore, Falfe, fair Barine, on thy Head Had the lead Mark of Vengeance (hed; If but a Tooth or Nail of thee Had fuffer'd by thy Perjury, I (hould believe thy Vows; but thou Since perjur'd doft more charming grow* Of all our Youth the publick Care, Nor half fo falfe as thou art fair. It thrives with thee to be forfworn By thy dead Mother's facred Urn, By Heaven, and all the Stars that fhine Without, and every God within. Venus hears this, and all the while At thy empty Vows does fmile; Her Nymphs all fmile, her little Son Does fmile, and to his Qaiver run : Does 60 HORACE. Book II. Does fmile, and fall to whet his Darts, To wound for thee frefh Lovers Hearts. See all the Youth does thee obey, Thy Train of Slaves grows every day ; Nor leave thy former Subjedls thee, Tho' ott they threaten to be free ; Tho' oft with Vows falfe as thine are. Their forfworn Miftrefs they forfwear. Thee every careful Mother fears For her Son's blooming Tender Years; Thee frugal Sires, thee the young Bride,' In Hymen\ Fetters newly ty'd, Left thou derain, by ftronger Charms, Th* expected Husband from her Arms. O D E X- By Mr. T. B. Never Printed before. Redius vives, Licini^ &c. I. 'y^Ruft me, J ear Iriend, the fafeft way, -*- To fi?er in Life's inconflant Sea, Js not too far to trufi the treach'rous Tide, IVhUfl the fmooth Waters gently glide \ ^ tior xchilfi the angry Billoivs roar. To touch too Ktgh ttpon the dang'rotn Sk-ere. II. He, who -xitkin the golde)i Mean Confints his fvi tiling P-^J/has wj Book II. HORACE. 6l As his great Soul difda'ms the homely Cell Where humble Poverty doth dwell i So is his Modejly as great. To baulk the Envy of a Princely State. III. The haughty Tine which proudly fJiroi^tls Its leafy Brow atnon^ the Clouds, Stands JJill expos' d to each rude Blaft of Wind: Nor can the lofty Tow'rs find. When the loud Jhunder-fiorms arife^ Any froteSion h their Neighbour Skies. \ IV. He who's a Slave to neither State, NorfJmnks when Poor, nor fwells when Great, lor Jove, the fame, who does the Winter bring, M'ill clofe the frozen Scene again ; When the fair Spring fJjall foon appear, Jn all her Charms to grace the new-born Tear. V. Tho'now the Clouds feem big with Rain, Tee fear not, 'twill clear up again. His Bow Apollo do's not always bend, Nor on wild Beajis his Fmry fpen^; But [ometimes does his Mufe infpire Wtth the foft Accents of his milder Lyre. VI. Beware, when Fortune proves unkind. To keep a f eddy well pis' d Mind; That, whasfoevtr Storms appear , Ml may be calm and quiet there : But when with too indulgent Gales She fills, then gather in your fwelling Sails, ODE 6z HORACE. Book IL O D E X. By Mr. N R R I S. ReSiius vhesy Licini, ^e. i T. np I S much the better way, believe me 'tis, •■• Not far to venture on the great ^byfs. Nor yet (from Storms thy VefTel to fecure) To touch too nigh upon the dangerous Shore.' II. ThtGoUm Mean, as fhe's too nice to dwell Among the Ruins of a filthy Cell, So is her Modefty withal as great. To baulk the Envy of a Princely Seat. III. Th' ambitious Winds with greater Spice combine To (hock the Grandeur of the flately Pine. The Height of Strufture makes the Ruin large, And Clouds againft high Hills their hotteft Bolts difchargc; IV. An Even Well-pois'd Mind, an Evil State With Hope, a Good with Fear docs moderate, The Summer's Pride by Winter is brought down. And Flowers again the Conquering Seafon croWn. V. Take heart, nor of the Laws of Fate complain, Tho' now 'tis cloudy, 'twill clear up again. The Bow Apollo does not always ufe, But with his milder Lyre fometimes awakes the Mufe. VI. Be Book IT. HORACE. VI. Be Life and Spirit, when Fortune proves unkind. And fummon up the Vigor of thy Mind. But when thou'rt driven by too officious Gaks, Be wife, and gather in th^ fwelling Sails. ^l I i\ O D E X. Jn the Second Mifcellany, Page 1 3 o." WE mud all live, and we would all live weU, But how to do it very few can tell ; He fure doth beft who a true Mean can keep. Nor boldly fails too far into the Deep, Nor yet too fearfully creeps near the Land, And runs the Danger of the Rocks and Sand. Who to that happy Medium can attain, Who neither feeks for, nor defpifes Gain, Who neither finks too low, nor aims too higl^, , He (huns th'unwholfom Ills of Poverty; And is fecure from Envy, which attends A fumptuous Table, and a Crowd of Friends. Their treacherous Height doth the tall Pines expofe To the rude B'afts of every Wind that blows, . And lofty Towers unfortunately high, /Are near their Ruin as they're near the Sky; ' And when they fall, what was their Pride before. Serves only then t'encreafe their Fall the more. Who wifely governs and direfts his Mind, TSever dcfpairs, though Fortune be unkind; He hopes, and though he finds he hop'd in vain. He bears it patiently and hopes again. i And } 64 HO RJ C E. Book II I And if at iaft a kinder Fate confpires To heap upon him more than he defires; He then fufpcfts the Kindnefs he enjoys. Takes it with Thanks, but with fuch Care employj, As if that Fate, weary of giving more, "Would once refume what it beftow'd before. He finds Man's Life, by an Eternal Skill, i Is temper'd equally with Good and 111. Fate fhapes our Lives, as it divides the Years,' Hopes are our Summer, and our Winter's Fears ; And 'tis by an unerring Rule decreed, That this fliali that alternately fucceed. Therefore when Fate's unkind, dear Friend, be wife, And bear its Ills without the leaft Surprize. The more you are opprefs'd, bear up the more, Weather the Tempeft till its Rage be o'er. But if too profperous and too ftrong a Gale, Should rather ruffle than juft fill your Sail, LefTen it, and let it take but fo much Wind, As is proportion'd to fhe Courfe defign'd, " For 'tis the greateft Part of Haman Skill, l\ To ufe good Fortune, and to bear our 111. O D E X. I. T Ic'mtus, would you learn from me ^ "^ The Arts cf living fafe and freew ^ Truft not too far the faithlefs Sea, j Nor treacherous' Winds explore} Nor yet i licircus to avoid -^ The impetuous Ocean's thrcat'ning Pride, C, Your Bark too much as clofcly guide • 3 Along the rocky Shore, II. Him Book n. HORACE, 6f II. Him who the GoWco Mean docs praife, 7 A fordid Cottage does not pleafe, P Nor asks he marble Palaces, Th' invidious Scenes of State. Light'ning on Hills, and raging Winds, Fall fierceft on the lofty Pines ; And when a mighty Tow'r declines, More dreadful is its Fate. HI. \ The true Philofophers, who dare, Thro' both Prefumption and Defpair, In Cloudy Fortune hope ; in Fair Expe£l a changing Sky; The fame Almighty Sov'reign Power*, That Storm to Day in frightful Showers, To- Morrow are more kindly ours, And lay their Thunder by. IV. Fair Weather Time and Patience brings, Sometimes the great Apollo fingg. And ftrikcs his golden founding Strings, Nor always plies his Bow. Be brave, when boifterous Fate prevails; > And in her kiudeft Profpcrous Gales, ^ By furling your too- bloated Sails, ^ The prudent Pilot (hew. 66 HORACE, Book II. ODE XII. By Mr. Gl anvil. Kol'ts longa fera Bella Numantise, (^c. In the Fourth MifcelUny, Page 203. U I. Rge me no more to write of Martial Things, Of fighting Heroes, and of conquering Kings : Our brave Fore fathers Glory to advance, Shew Subdu'd IreUrd, and fing Vanquifli'd France : Tell how Spain's Blood the Briti/h Ocean fwell'd, With Shame invadinfr, and with more repell'd. No, thefe high Themes of the Heroick Strain, Suit ill with my low feeble Vein: To Equal Numbers Td in vain afpire. How fhou'd I make a Trumpet of a Lyre? Much lefs dare I, in sn unballow'd Strain, Great Najfau's Wars and Viftories profane. You better may in kfting Profe rehearfe Things which defy my humble Verfe. 'Tis a fond thing to think to reconcile Such glorious Adions with fo mean a Style; 11. Me fair Lycmi(t\ fofter Praife, Her native Charms, and winning Ways, The Mufe ordain'd to fing in gentle Lays, Me the fweet Song with Syrens Art defies. Me the ferenely (hining Eyes, And, above all, the gen'rous grateful Heart, True to the mutual Love, and faithful to its Part. Book II. HORACE. 6j Lycinia, whofe becoming Dance, With airy Motion does Love's Fire advance, Whofe wanton Wit, wild as her Eyes, The tickled Mind does pleafantly furprize; Whofe various Arts all our loofe Powers alarm,' A Grace each Aftion, and each Word a Charm, III. Ah! When her willing Head flie gently bends, And fragrant Kiffcs languifhingly lends j When with fond artful Coynefs fhe denies. More glad to lofc, than we to win the Prize; Or when the Wanton, in a toying Vein, Snatches the Kifs from the preventing Swain j Wou'd you then give one Bracelet of her Hair For the poor Crowns that Mcnarchs wear ? Wou'd you exchange for all thofe favourite I fles The Sun laughs on, one of her pleafing Smiles? Wou'd you for both the Indies Wealth decline The hidden Trcafures of her richer Mine? Not I, for fuch vain Toys I'd ne'er remove, My Wealth, my Pomp, rny Heaven (>iOu'd all be Love. ODE XIL To Mecaenas. I. "pXTre Hmnibal, the 'Romim Dread, "^■^ Nummtim Wars that rag'd fo longj And Seas with Punick Slaughter red, Fit not the fofter Ljrick Song. II. Nor 68 HORACE, Book IL II. Nor Savage Centaurs, mad with Wine, Nor Earth's enormous rebel Brood, That (hook with Fear the Pow'rs divine, Till by Alcidei* Arms fubdu'd. III. Better, Mec4ms, thou in Profe, Shalt Cd.far\ Glorious Battels tell, With what bold Heat the Viaor glows,' What captive Kings his Triumphs fwell, IV. Thy Miftrefs all my Mufe imploys. Licinin's Voice, her fprightly Turns, The Fire that fparkles in her Eyes, And in her faithful Bofom burns. V. . When (he adorns Dian/^s Day, And all the beauteous Choirs advance, With fwecteft Airs, divinely gay, She (hines diftinguifh'd in the Dance. VI. Not all Arabia,'$ Spicy Fields Can with Licinia's Breath compare, Nor Ifjilia's felf a Treafure yields, ^ To purchafe oae bright flowing Hair. VII. When fhe with bending Neck complies. To meet the Lover's eager Kifs, With genrle Cruelty denies. Or fnatches firft the fragraat Blifi. ODE Book ir. HORACE. ; I. TX^ HEN ftormy V/inds begin to rife, ' ^ And Moon and Stars do difappear- E 2 ' Then 7^ HORACE, Book li. Then to the Gods the Seaman cries, Wifhing himfelf at Quiet here. II. For Peaee the Soldier takes up Arras, For Peace he boldly ventures Life: For that he follows War's Alarms, Hoping to gain by Toil ^nd Strife, III. That Quiet and Content of Mind, Which is not to be bought or Ibid ; Quiet, which none as yet cou'd find In Heaps of Jewels or of Gold. IV. For neither can Wealth, PowV, or State Of Courtiers, or of Guards the Rout, Or gilded Roof, or brazen Gate, The Troubles of xht Mind keep out. V. That Man aloae is happy here, Whcfe All will juft himfelf maintain; His Sleep is not difturb'd with Fear, / ^ Or broke with fordid Thirft of Gain, VI. Then why do we, fince Life's fo fhort, Lay our Defigns for what's to come? , ^hy to another Air rcforr, f orfaking this our native Home? vn. Trouble will at our Heels be ftill. Swift as the Roe-buck, or the Wind; ^Twill follow us againfl our Will, For none cmi leave himfelf behind. Vlli: Wha Book H. HORACE, 77 vin. what does our Wand'ring then avai/. Care will not be forgot or loft ; .Twill reach us tho' we're under failj. And find us on another Coaft. IX. Man, with his prefent State content, Shou'd leave to Providence the reft ; • Ufing rhe Time well Heav'n has lent. For no one's here entirely bleft. X. Achilles yielding foon to Fate Was fnatch'd from off this mortal Stage; Tython enjoy 'd a longer Date, And labour'd under ling'ring Age, XI. So, if it pleafe the Fates, you may Refign ycur Soul to ludden Death; Whilft I, perhapj, behind muft ftay, To breathe a longer Share of Breath." xir. You round you daily do behold Your thriving Flocks, and fruitful Land] What bounteous Fortune has beftow'd On you, with no Penurious Hand. Kill. A little Country Seat by Heaven Is what's alotted unto me: A Genius too the Gods have given^ Not quite averfe to Poetry: And a firm fteddy Soul, that is above Either the Vulgar's Hatred, or their Cove; E 3 ODE 7? BO RA C E, Book IL ODE XVI. Imitated in Paraphrafe by M|. J. HUGHES, In the S'txih Mifcellany, Page fo o. I. TNdulgcnt Qtijet! PowV ferene, "*■ Mother of Peace, and Joy, and Love ! O fay, thou calm propitious Queen, Say in what fo^itary Grove, Within what Rock or winding Cell, By human Eyes unfeen. Like fome retreated Druid ioA thou dwell? And why, illufive Goddefs ! why, When we thy Manfion wou'd furrounJ, y/hy doft thou lead us thro' enchanted Ground, To mock cur vain Pvcfearch, and from our WJfliesfly> n. The wand'ring Sailors, pale with Fear, For thee the Gods implore, When the tempefluous Sea runs high, And when, thro' all the dark benighted SkyJ Ko friendly Moon or Stars appear •] To guide their Steerage to the Shore : For thee the weary Soldier prays, Furious in Fight the Sons of Tf:>raee^, And Medes, tha: wear Majeftick by their Side A full charg'd Qijiver's decent Pride, Gladly with thee would pafs inglorious Days, Renounce the Warrior's tempting Praife, And buy thee, if thou mighi'ft be fold, y^khOems, and Purple Vcfts, and Stores of pluader'd Gold, III. But Book II. HORACE. j^ III. But neither boundJefs Wcalfb, nor Guards that wait Around the Consul's Honour'd Gate, Nor Anti- Chambers with Attendants fJi'd, The Mind's unhappy Tumults can abate. Or banifh fullen Cares, that fly A'crofs the gilded Rooms of State, And their foul Nefts, like Swallows, bui.'d Clofe to the Palace Roofs and Tow'rs that pierce the Sky. IWuch lels will Nature's modeft Wants fupply, And happier lives the homely Swain, Who, in fome Cottage, far from Noife, His few Paternal Goods enjoy?, Nor knows the fordid Luft of Gain, Nor with Fear's tormenting Pain His hovering Sleep deftroys. IV. yain Man ! That in a narrow Space ' At endlefs Game projects the darting Spear ! For fhort is Life's uncertain Racej Then why, capricious Mortal! why, Doft thou for Happinefs repair To Diftant Climates, and a Foreign Atr? Fool, from thy felf thou can'il not fly, Thy felf, the Source of all thy Care. So flies the wounded Stag, provok'd with Pain, Bounds o'er the fpacious Downs in vain ; The Feather'd Torment flicks within his Side, And from the fmarting Wound a purple Tide Marks all his way with Blood and dyes the GrafTy Plain. V. Batfwifter far is execrable Care Than Stags, or Winds that thro' fijc Sk ics E 4. Tliicfc So HORACE. Book II. Thick driving Snows, and gathcr'd Tempefts bearj Purfuing Care the failing Ship out-flies, Gimbs the tall VefTel's painted Sides; Nor leaves arm'd Squadrons in the Field, But with the Marching Horfemen rides, fPlaces yield. And dwells alike in Courts and Camps, and makes all VI. Then fince no State's compleatly bleft, Let's learn the Bitter to allay 7 With gentle Mirth, and wifely gay ^ Er-joy at ieafi: the prefent Day, -J And leave to Fate the reft. Nor with vain Fear of Ills to come Anticipate th' appointee! Doom, ^oon did Achilles quit the Stage, That Hero fell by fuddcn Death, Wliilfi Tythcn to a tedious wafting Age Drew his protrafted Breath, And thu?, old partial Time, my Friend, Pcrhsps unssk'd to worthlefs me Thofe Hours of lengthened Life may lend Which he'll refufe to thee. VIL Thee (hining Wealth and plenteous Joys furroundi And all thy fruitful Fields areund Unnumber'd Herds of Cattle ftray, Thy haraefs'd Steeds with fprightly Voice Make neighb'riog Vales and Hills rejoice, [meafur'd way: V7hiift fmoothly thy gay Chariot flies o'er the fwift To me the Stars, with lefs Proiufion kind. An humble Fortune have afllgn'd. And no untuneful Lyrick Vein, Bur a fmcere contented Mind That can the vile malignant Crowd difdaiB, H R A C E. BOOK III. O D E L By Mr. C JV L E T. Odi Profanum Vulgus, ^c. Frinted in Mr. Cowley'; Focfns, in OScwo, Paga -j^rl I. |E N CE, ye Profane, I hate you ail. Both the Great Vulgar and the Small. To Virgin Minds, which yet their natr/s [Whitenefs held,' Nor yetdifcolour'd with the Lovcof Gold, (That Jaundice of the Soul, Which makes it look fo gilded and io foulj To you, ye very few, thefe Truths I tell; The Mufe infpires my Song, hark, and obferve it well* II. We look on Men, and wonder at fuch Odds, Twixt things that were the fame by Birth ;. We look on Kings as Giants of the Earchj Thcfe Giaats are but Pigmies to the Gods, £ J T^ 8i HORACE. EooK IlL The humblefi: Bufh, and proudeft Oak, A Are but of equal Proof sgainft the Thunder-ftroke. * Beauty, and Strength, and Wit, and Wealth, andPow'r, Have their fliort fiouri{hi Thefe A£ls made Hercules a Godj And Great Naffau a King. 17. Fir.m on the rolling Deck he flood, Unmov'd, beheld the breaking Flood, With S6 HORACE. Book III. with black'aing Storms combin'd: VlrtHe-, he cry'd, -will fine its wayi The Wind may fir a vhile delay, Uot alter our Defign. V. Ihe Mm whom Selfifj Hopes inflame. Or Vanity allures to Vame, May be to Tears betrafi: "But here, a Church fir Succour fliest I-nfulted Law expiring lies. And loudly calls fir Aid. VI. Yes, Britons, yes, with ardent Zedi 1 come, the Wounded Heart to heal. The Wounding Hand to bind : See Tools of Arbitrary Sway. And Vriefts like Loeufts, fiout away Befire the Wejiem Wind. VII. Law fljoll again her Joree refume, Religion clear dfiom Clouds ofKoxne, With brighter Kays advance, The Britifli Fleet (hall rule the Deep, The Britifh Youth, as reus'dfrom Sleep, Strike Terror into France. VIII. Uor {hall the fe Promifes of Fate Be limited to my fiiort Date : When 1 from Cnes withdraw. Still fijall the Biitifh Sceptre /land, Still fiourifh in a Female Hand, , And to Mankind give Law, IX. Shi fhall Domeflick Foes unite. Monarch} beneath her Flags fhcdl fight, Whol Book III. HORACE. 87 Whole Armies drag her ChAtn: She/ljall lofl Italy refiore. Shall make th' Imperial Eagle four f And give a King to Spain. "But hnow, thefe Tromlfes are given] Thefe great Rewards Imperial Heaven Does m thefe Terms decree; Ihat ftriaiy punifl^ing Mens Faults; You let their Confciences and Thoughts Reft abfolutely free. XI. Letnofalfe Foliticks confine, Jn narrow Bounds, your vafi Dtfign To make Mankind unite; Nor think it a fufficimt Caufs To punijh Men by penal Laws, For not believing right. XII. Uome, whofe blind Zeal Jeftroys Mankind', Rome'i Sons fhall your Compapnfind^ Who ne'er Compajfton knew. By nobler ABions theirs condemn : Ter what has been reproached in them, Can ne'er be prais'd in you. ' XIII. Th«fe Subjefts fuit not with the Lyre 5 Mufe! To what height doft thou alpire? Pretending to rehearfe The Thoughts of God, and Godlike Kings. Ceafe, ceafe to leflfen lofty things^ By Mean Ignoble Verfe. ODE U HORACE. Book III, ODE III. In the Sixth MifcelUny, Page x6%i T^ H E Man refolv'd, and fteady to his Trufi; Inflexible to 111, and obftinately juft. May the rude Rabble's Inlblence defpife, Their fenfelefs Clamours, and tumultuous Cries } The Tyrant's Fircenefs he beguiles, And the ftern Brow, and the harOi Voice defies,' And with fuperior Greatnefs fmiles. Not the rough Whirlwind, that deforms Adria's black Gulf, and vexes it with Storms, The flubborn Virtue of his Soul can move 5 Not the red Arm of angry fove. That flings the Thunder from the Sky, And gives it Rage to roar, and Strength to fly. Should the whole Frame of Nature round him break, In Ruin and Confufion hurl'd. He, unconcern'd, wou'd hear the mighty Crack, And ftand fecure amidft a Falling World. Such were the Godlike Arts that led Bright ?ollnx to the Blefl Abodes , Such did for great Alc'tdes plead, And gain'd a Place among the Gods : Where now Atignfius, mix'd with Heroes, \iQsl And to his FJps the Nedfar Bowl applies : His ruby Lips the purple Tinfture (hew. And v/ith immortal Stains divinely glow. By Book III. HORACE. 85 By Arts like thefe did young Ly&tii rife, His Tygers drew him to the Skies, Wild from the Defart, andunbroke;^ . In vain they foim'd, in vain they ftar'd; In vain their Eyes with Fury glar'd. He tam'd 'era to the LaQi, and bent 'era to the Yoke Such were the Paths that Rff;«e's great Founder trod,. When ifl a Whirlwind fnatch'd on high, He fhook off dull Mortality, And loft the Monarch in the God: Bright Juno then her awful Silence broke, And thus th'aflfembled Deities befpoke, Troy, fays the Geddefs, ferjur\i Troy has feli The dire Efeiis of her proml Tyrant's Guilt j The tow'ring Vile and fift Abodes, Wdfd by the Hands of Servile Gods, Now fpreads its Ruins all around. And lies inglorious m the Ground. An Umpire partial and unjufi, ^ And a iewd Woman's impious Lufi, C Lay heavy on her Head, md funk her to the Dufi, Since falfe Laomedon'^ Tyrannick Sway, That durfi defraud the Immortals of their P^jy, Her Gmrdian Gods renounced their Patronage; Nor wou'd the fierce invading Foe repell: To my Kefentments, and Minerva'i Rage, The guilty King and the whole Veople fell* And now the long prohraBed Wars are o'er^ Thefoft Adulterer fhines no mm; M» 90 B O RJ C E, Book III. No more does Heftor'/ Force the Trojzns fhield; . , That drove whole Armies back, and Jingly cUnr'd the Held.. "My Vengeance fated, I atlength refign To Mars his Off- faring of the Trojan Ldni} Advanc'd to God-head let him rije, And take his Station m the Skies ; There entertain his rnvifrjd Sight Wth Scenes of Glory, Fields of Light ; ^uaffwith the Gods immortal Wine, Arid fee adoring Nations crowd his Shrim. The Thin Remains of Troy'j affiiBed Hofi, In diftant Reamls may Seats unenvfd find} And flour if} en a Foreign Coafl ; But far be Rome from Troy disjoin'd: Remov'd by Seas, from the difafiroHs Shore, May endlefs Billows rife between, and Storms unntttttber'd rear.' Still let the curji detefled Flace, Where Priam lyes, and Pihm's falthlefs Racey Be cover' d o'er with Weeds, and hid in Grafs. There let the wanton Flocks unguarded flray-y Or whilfi the lonely Shepherd fingt, Amidft the mighty Ruins play. And frisk upoit the Tombs of Kings. May Tygors there, and all the Savage Kindt. . Sadfolitarj Haunts and [dent Defarts find ; In gloomy Vaults, and Nooks of Falaces, May th' unmelefied Lyonefs Her brindled Whelps fecurely lay. Or coHch'd, in drtadfnl Slumben wajle (he Da^^ milt. Book III. H O R A C M,\ 91 Whih TROY in Heaps of Ruins lyes, Rome and the Roman Capitol (hall rife; Th' illuftrious Exiles mconfind. Shall triumph far and near, a7id rule Mankind. In vain the Sea's intruding Tide EnTO'pc from Ahick /hall divide ; And part the [ever d World in inoo. Thro' Africk'; Sands their Triumphs they {hall fpread, And the long Train of ViBories pur/uej To l^ilc's yet undifcoverd Head. "Riches the hardy Soldier fliall defpifi, And look on Gold with undefirsng Eyes j Nor the disbovoell'd Earth explere. In feareh of the forbidden Ore y Thofe glitiering Ills concealed within the Mine Shall lye untouch'd and innocently Jliine. To the Ufi Bounds that Nature fets. The piercing Colds and fultry Heats, The Godlike Race jhall fpread their Armsl Now fill the Polar Circle with Alarms, 'Till Storms and TempeJIs their Vurfuits confine \ Norv fweatfff Concjuefi underneath the Line, This only Law the Vi6lor Jl7aU refirain. On thefe Conditions (l}all he reign ; If none his guilty Hand employ * To build again a Second Troy j If none the rafh Deiign purfue, Nor tempt the Vengeance of the Gods aflew> A Cttrfe there cleaves to the devoted Place, 'Bfntjh^l t^s N«» lomdations rau: Gfcece pi HORACE. Book III. Gr text fhall in mutual Leagues cmfftre- Tofiorm the rifing Town with Tire; t And at their Army's Head my [elf Toill jhexo What Juno, urgd to all her Rage, can del Thrice Jhou'd ApoWo's feJf the City raife. And line it round with Walls of Brafs, Thrice fJjould my Fav'rite Greeks ^« Works conjoimd, And hew the fJoining Tabrick to the Ground: Thrice floould her Captive Dames to Greece returrij And their dead Sons, and Jlaughterd Husbands mourn. But hold, my Mufe, forbear thy tow'riag Flight, Nor bring the Secrets ot the Gods to h'ght. In vain wou'd thy prefumptuous Verfe Th' Immortal Rhetorick rehearfe; The mighty Strains, in Lyrick Numbers bound, Forget their Majefty, and lofe their Sound. ODE III. A N honeft Mind, to Virtue's Precepts true^ ■^^ Contemns the Fury of a lawlefs Crew; Firm as a Rock, he to his Purpofe ftands. And thinks a Tyrant's Frowns as weak as his Commands' Him loudeft Storms can't from his Ceater move, He braves th' Almighty Thunder ev'n of Jeve, If all the Heav'nly Orbs confus'dly hurl'd, Should da(h in Pieces, and fliould crufh the World, Undaunted, he the mighty Crafh would hear, Noria his Breafl admit a Thought of Fearf Mlux i Book III. HORACE. 93 Pollux and wand'ring Hercules of old, Were, by fuch A6 HORACE. Book III. Let C'-a/fus' Ghoft and Labienus tell, How twice by Jove's Revenge our Legions fell, And with infulting Pride, Shining in Row^« Spoils the Farthian Vidors ride." The Scythian and Egyptian Scum Had almoft ruin'd Rome; While our Seditious took their part, Fill'd each E^y^rwB Sail, and wing'd each Scythiitn'Dirtl Firji, Thofe flagitious Times (Pregnant with unknown Crimes) Confpire to violate the Nuptial Bed; From which polluted Head Infeftious Streams of crowding Sins began, And thro' the fpurious Breed and guilty Natien ran.' Behold a ripe and melting Maid, Bound 'Prentice to the Wanton Trade; Ionian Artifls, at a Mighty Price, Inftruft her in the Myfteries of Vice; What Nets to fpread, where fubtle Baits to lay; And with an Early Hand they form the temper'd Clay, Marry'd, their Leffons flie improves, By pradiice of Adult'rous Loves, And fcorns the common mean Defign To take advantage of her .Husband's Wine, Or friatch in fome dark Place, ; A hafty Illegitimate Embrace. No! the brib'd Husband knows of all, And bWs her rife when Lovers call : Hither Book III. HORACE, s>7 Hither a Merchant from the Streights, Grown wealthy by forbidden Fraights, Or City Cunibal repairs, Who feeds upon the Flefh of Heirs : Convenient Brutes! whofe tributary Flame Pays the full Price of Luft, and gilds the flighted Shame. *Twas not the Spawn of fuch as thefe, That dy'd with ?Hmck Blood the conquer'd Seas, And quafh'd the ftern Macules; Made the proud Afian Monarch feel How weak his Gold was againft Europe's Steel. Forc'd ev'n dire Hannibal to yield, [Field, And won the long difputed World at Zamn'i fata! But Soldiers of a Ruftick Mould, Rough, hardy, feafon'd, maniy, bold. Either they dug the ftubborn Ground, Or thro' he wn Woods their weighty Strokes did found j And after the Declining Sun Had chang'd the Shadows, and their Task was done, Home with their weary Team they took their way. And drown'd in fiiendly Bowls the Labour of the Day. Time fenfibly all things inrp^irs. Our Fathers have been worfe than theirr, And we than ours, Next Age will fee A Race more profligate than we /With all the Pains we take) have Skill enough to be. O D £ ^ H0:RACE. Book hi. ODE VII. imitated by Mr. S T E P N E Y. I. "TXEar Molly, why fo oft in Tears? "*-^ Why all thcfe Jealoufies and Fears, For thy bold Sen of Thunder? < Have Pa'ierxe 'till we've conquer'd France, Thy Clofet {hall be ftor'd with Namsi Ye Ladies like fuch Plunder. ir. Before ro»v/()?J thy Yoke-mate lies. Where all the live -long Night he fighs For thee in lowfy Cabbin : And tho* the Captain's Chloe cries, 'Tii I, dear Bully, pr'ythee ri/e ■ i He wiil not let the Drab in. III. But (he, the Cunning'ft Jade alive, S3)S, 'tis the ready way to thrive. By fhariag '^emale Bounties : And, it he'll be I ut kind one Night, She Vows, He (1 all be duLb'd a Knight, When fhe is made a Countefs. IV. Then tells of fmooth young Pages whipp'd, Cailn';r'(', and of their Liv'ries ftripp'd. V, ho late to Peers belonging i Are Book III. HORACE. jp Are nightly now compell'd to trudge "With Links, becaufe they would not drudge To fave their Ladies Longing. V. But Vol the Eunuch cannot be A Colder Cavalier than he. In all fuch Love- Adventures: Then pray do you, dear Molly, take , Some Chriftian Care, and do not break Your Conjugal Indentures. VL Belkir! Who does not BelUir know? The Wit, the Beauty, and the Beau, Gives out, He loves you dearly: And many a Nymph attick'd with Sighs, And foft Impertinence and Noife, Full oft has beat a Parley. VIL But, pretty Turtle, when the Blade Shall come with am'rous Serenade, Soon from the Window rate him : But if Reproof will not prevail, And he perchance ai-tempt to fcale, Difchargc the JoniM at him. 'd^r^ F * ODE 100 HORACE. B 00^ III. ODE IX. By my Lord RAT CLIFF. In the Third Mifcellany, Firji Edition, H E. WHile I was Monarch of your Heart, Cfown'd with a Love where none had part, Each Mortal did with Envy die; No God but wifl^i'd that he were I. SHE. "While yoa ador'J no Charjns but mi'ns, And vow'd that they did all out-lhinci More celebrated was my Name Than that of the bright Grecian Dame. HE. Chlce's the Saint that I implore, Chloe's the Goddefs I adore; For whom to die the Gods I pray'd, If Fates wou'd fparc the charming Maid. SHE. Jimptas is my Lover's Name, Por whom I burn with mutual Flame; For whom I twice wou'd die with Joy, » If Fates wou'd fpare the charming Boy. H E. If I once more fliou'd wear your Chain, 'And take my LydiahT^ck again; If banilb Chlce from my Breafl, That you might there for ever refi. Book HI, HORACE, loi SHE. Tho* he is charming as a God, Serene and gay, divinely good, You rough as Billows rsging high. With you rd chufc to live and die. ODE IX. Never Printed before. A Dialogtte between Horace and L Y D l_A. HORACE. TT7-H/^5 I was reelcome, and no dearer Lovsr ' " His Arms about fo white a Neck did fliiJgt J flouriflot, leok'd as high as any ether, Wtu hapfy, blefi above the Perfian King. L Y D I A. Whiljl with another you fell not in Love, And yet 1 yielded not to Chloe':i Fatne-, Ificurijht highly, was renown' d, above The Fomdrefs of the Mighty Roman Name, HORACE. Iflow Chloe rules, Chloc, the Charming Fair ! Who Sings, and Vlays fo finely, rrmfi controuli, O! J cou'd Bye, fo that the Fates wou'd fpare Chloe, the dear Remainder of my Soul, L Y D I A. For Calais J btirn, he's Toung, and Fair, With mutual Flames he to my Arms doesfiy, So that the Fates the handfome Youth wou'd fpare, O I I cou'd (vice bow down the Head, and Dye, I 3 HQ: iOZ HORACE. Book IIL HORACE. But, i&>hat if Love returning now Jhou^d lay Ajlranger Yoke, reftraining each -wild Rover ? Iffai'-efi Chhe fiould he put away, Amlfighted Lydia come to her old Lover f L Y D I A. Tho' he is fairer than the Morning Star, Thou Light as Cork, more PaJJbnate than the Sen, Than AdriaV BiHoros, which fo furiotis are, Tet would I chufe to live and Dye with thee. CHORUS. We'll Live,, and Love, and Change no more. We'll Study all endearing Lover's Charms j WeM 60, what none has done before. We'll Dye together in each other's Arms^ ODE IX. Englift-ied by another Hand, Printed in the Firfl Mfedlany, Page 1 14! HORACE, TTTHi'e T remain'd the Darling of your Heart, * ^ And no encroaching Lover claim'd a Part} U'lirival'd w.hile my longing Arms I call About your lovely Neck and flender Wafle, And you to every one but me were chafte; I 'corn'd the \oUy Terjlan Monarch's State, And thought my fclf more happy, and as great. z. r D J -c Book III. HORACE. io| L Y D I A. While I enjoy'd you, and no fairer She Had ftol'n yoar wand'rinjy Heart away from me; While Chloe fccm'd not Lydh to out-fhine, Nor gair/d a Conqueft that before was mine; Not Roman Ilia more 'caown'd I thout^ht, Akhough a Goi her fweet Embraces fought. HORACE. Now Jf^racun Chloe has fuppiy'd your Place, She charms rne with her Mufick and her Face^ To fave her Life I with my own would part. And fictly give it as I gave my Heart. LY D I A. Fair Calais no'v, the fv/eet Mejfenian Boy, Loves me, I him as equally enjoy; If by my dying he might longer live, I'd give Two Lives, if I had Two to give. HORACE. What if kind Venus fhould our Hearts unite. And force us to adore that Love we flij;,ht. If Chide with her Golden Locks (hould yield. And banifh'd L/dia {hou'd regain the Field? L Y D I A. If To, tho' you sre cruel and unkind, Lefs to be trufted than the Stas or Wind ; Tho' he fo kind, Co charming, anc fo true; I willingly wou'd live, wou'd die with you. F 4 ODE 104 H O RA C E. Book III. ODE IX. EngUJloed by Mr. D UK E. Trinted in the lirft Mifcellany, Page . 1.2. HORACE. \T7Hilft I was welcome to your Heart, In which no happier Youth had part. And full of more prevailing Charms, Threw round your Neck his dearer Arms, I flourifh'd richer, and more bleft Than the great Monarch of the Eafi. L r D I A. Whilft all thy Soul with me was fill'd, Nor Lydia did to Chlce yield j Lydin, the celebrated Name, The only Theme of Verfe and Fame, 1 flourifh'd, more than (he renown'd, Whore Godlike Son our HomB did found. H O R A C H. Me Chiof now, whom every Mufe, And ev'ry Grace adorn, fubducs; For whom I'd ghdly die, to fave Her dearer Beauties from the Grave, LT D 1 A, Me lovely Culais dofs fire With mutual Flames of fierce Dcfire; For whom I twice wou'd die, to five His Youth more precious from the Grave HORACE. What if our former Loves return, And our firft Fires again {hca'd burn? B6oK III. HORACE, 105 If Chlot\ banifh'd, to make way For the forfaken L'jila ? LrT> 1 A. Tho' he is fliining as a Star, Con(lant and kind as he is fair ; Thou light as Cork, rough as the Sea; Yet I would live, would die with thee. ODE XVL Paraphrased hy Mr. C OWLE T Inclufam Damen Turris Ahenea, Trinted in Mr, CowlejV Poems in OGmvo, Pag-: 7/9. I. A Tower of Brafs, one would have faid, •^^ And Locks, and Boks, and Iron Bars, Might have preferv'd one innocent Maiden-I>ead„ The jealous Father thought he well might fpsie All further jealous Care. And, as he walk'd, t'himfelf alone he fff-.ii'c'. To think how Venus\ Arts he had . beguiJ'ii And when he flept, his Reft was deep ; But Vems laugh'd, to fee and hear bin: Heep; She taught the amVous fove A magical Receipt in Love, ■Which arm'(;J him flrongcr, and whichheip'd himmorei Than all his Thunder did, and his Almighryftip before,. TL She taught him Love's Elixir, by which Aft Ilk Godhead iuto Gold he did convcrtj^ io5 H O R A C M, Book III. No Guards did then his Paflage flay. He pafs'd with Eafe, Gold was the Word; Subtle as Light'ning, bright, and quick, and fierce, Go'd thro' Doors and Walls did pierce; And as that works fomecimes upon the Sword, Melted the Maidenhead away, Ev'n in the fecret Scabbard where it lay. The prudent Macedonian King, To blow up Towns a Golden Mine did fpring; He broke thro* Gates with this Petarr, 'Tis the great Art of Peace, the Engine 'lis of War j And Fleers acd Armies follow it afar; The Enli^n 'cis at Land; and 'tis the Seaman's Star; III. Let all the World Slave to this Tyrant be. Creature ro this difguifed Deiry; Yet It fhall never conquer me: A Guard of Virrues will not let it pafs, And VVifdom is a Tow'r of ftrongcr Brafs, The Mufes Laurel round my Temples fpread Does from this Lighrning's Force lecure my Head; Nor will I lift it up fo high, As in the violent Meteor's way to lye. Wealth for i:s Power do we honour and adore ? The things we hate, II! FMe and Death, have more. IV. From Towns and Courts, Camps of the Rich and Great, Jhe vafi Xerxean Army, 1 retreat; A;id to the fmall Luconick Forces fly, "Which hold, the Srreij^hfs of Poverty. Cellars and Granariej in vain we fill With all tk^ bsunteous Summei's Store, If Book III. HORACE. 107 If the Mind thirft and hunger rtill, The poor rich Man's emphatically poor. Slave to the Things we too much prize, We Maftcrs grow of all that we defpiie. V. A Field of Corn, a Fountain, and a Wood, Is all the Wealth by Nature underftood. The Monarch on whom fertile Ni/e beftows All which that grateful Eirth can bear. Deceives himfclf, if he fuppofe That more than this falls to his fhare,. Whatever an Eftate does beyond this afford. Is not a Rent paid to the Lord: But is a Tax illegal and unjuft, Exaded from it by the Tyrant Lu^. Much will always nothing be. To him who much defires. Thrice happy he. To whom the wife Indu'gency of Heav'n, With fparing Hand, but juft enough has given. ^art of the i^th Ode, beginning at Pradens Ftgu- ri Temporis Exituni, ^c.-paraphrai'd,. By Dr. POPE, In the Second Mlfcellany^ P^ge 153, THE wary Gods lock up in Cells of Night Future Events, and laugh at Mortals here. If they to pry into 'em take Delight, if they too much prefume, or -too much fear,. Gm log HORACE, Book III. O Man! for thy fhort Time below, Enjoy thy felf, and what the Gods beftow; Unequal Fortunes here below are niar'd, Life to a River's Courfe may juftly be compar'd:; Sometimes within its Bed, Without an angry Curl or Wave, From the Spring-head It gently glides to the Ocean, its Grave: Then unawares, upon a Hidden Rain, It madly overflows the neighbouring Plain: It plows up beauteous Ranks Of Trees, that (haded and adorn'd its Banks; Overturns Houfes, Bridges, Rocks, Drowns Shepherds and their Flocks: Horror and Death, rage all the Valley o'er, The Forcfts tremble, and the Mountains roar.' 'Bart if the ^gtb Ode heginning at Fortuna Ssvo lata Negotio, ^c. By the late Duke of Buckingham. TT'Ortune, made up of Toys and Impudence, •*• That common Jade, that has not common Senfc; But fend of Bus'nefs, infolently dares Pretend to rule, and fpoils the World's Affairs: She, flutt'ring up and down, her Favours throws On the Next Met, not minding what fhe does, Nor why, nor whom flie helps or injiKCS, knows. Sometimes fhe fmiles, then like a Fury raves, And feldora truly loves» but Fools or Knavoi. Let Book III. HORACE. 10^9 Let her love whom fhe plcafe, I fcorn to woo her; Whilft (he ftays with me, I'll be civil to her; But if fhe offers once to move her Wings. ril fling her back aH her vain gew-gaw things; And arm'd with Virtue, will more glorious ftand, Than if the Bitch ftill bow'd at my Command.: I'll marry Honefty, tho' ne'er Co poor, Rather than follow fuch a dull blind Whore. ODE XXIX. Paraphrased w?'mdanq\lQ Verfe.; l^AIr.DRYDEK.' Infcr'sb'd to the Right Honourable Lawrence, ^arl of R OCHESTER. In th^ Second Part ofMifcellany Peems, Page 7 9, L DEfcended of an ancient Line, That long the Tufcan Scepter fway'd, M-ake hafte to meet the generous Wine, Whofe Piercing is for thee delay'd : The Rofy Wreath is ready made ; And Artful Hands prepare The fragrant Syr/an Cyl, that fliall psrfurae thy Hair. 11. When the Wine fparkles from afar, Andithe well-naturM Friend cries, Come awayy Make hafte, and leave thy Bus'nefs and thy Care, No mortal Ini'reft can be worth thy Stay. 111. Leaye no HO Ryi C E. Book III III. Leave for a while thy coftly Country Seat; i And, to be great indeed, forget Tne naufeous Pleafures of the Great: Make hafte and come: Come and forfake thy cloying Srore; Thy Turret that furveys, from high. The Smoke, and Wealth, and Noife oi Rome; And all the bufie Pageantry That Wife Men fcorn, and Fools adore : Come, give thy Soul a loofe, and tafte the Pleafures of the IV. [Poor. Sometimes 'tis grateful to the Rich to try A fhort Viciflitude, a Fit of Poverty: A favoury Di(b, a homely Treat, Where all is plain, where all is neat; Without the Stately Spacious Room, The Ferfan Carpet, or the Tyrian Loom, Clear up the cloudy Foreheads of the Great. V. The Sun is in the Lion mounted high; The Syrian Star Barks from afar ; And with his fultry Breath infefts the Sky ; The Ground be.'ow is parch'd, the Hcav'ns above us fry. The Shepherd drives his faioting Flock Beneath the Covert of a Rock; And fecks refrefliing Riv'lcts nigh : The Sylvans to their Shades retire, Thofe very Shades and Streams New Shades'" and . [Streams require;' And want a cooling Brecz,eof Wind co fan the raging' [Fire. Vl. Thou Book III. HORACE. iii VI. Thou what befits the new Lord May'r, And what the City Fadion dare, And what the Gallick Arms wiil do, And what the Quiver-bearing Foe, Art anxioufly inquilitive to know : But God has wifely hid from Humane Sight The dark Decrees of Future Fare; And fown their Seeds in Depth of Night ; He laughs at all the giddy Turns of State, When Mortals fearch too foon, and fear too late. VII. Enjoy the prefent Smiling Hour; And put it out of Fortune's power: The Tide of Bus'nefs, like the running Stream, Is fometimes high, and f^metimes low, A quiet Ebb, or a terapeftuous Flow, And always in extream. ~ Now with a Noifelefs, Gentle Courfc, It keeps within the middle Bed ; Anon it lifts aloft the Head, And bears down all before it, with impetuous Force, And Trunks of Trees come rolling down; Sheep and their Folds together drown : Bath Houfe and Homefted into Seas are born, And Rocks are from their old Foundations torn, ' And Woods made thin with Winds, their fcatter'd Ho- Vlll. [noars mourn, Hippy the Man, and happy he alone. He who can call ta-day his own; He who fecuie within cajn iay. To-morrow no thy worj}, for 1 have Uv'd to day, Be Hi HORACE, BookIIL Be fair, er foul, or rain, or Jhiite, The yo}s I have poJfe/i% in fpite of Tate are tnim. Not Heaven it felf upon the Paji has Pow'r, But what has been has Sees; and I have had my Hour, IX. Fortune, that with malicious Toy, Does Man, her Slave, opprcfs. Proud of her Office tc deftroy, Is feldom pleas'd to blefs. Still various, and unconftant flijf, But with an Inclination to be ill.; Promotes, degrades, delights in Strife And makes a Lottery of Life. 1 can enjoy her while flie's kind; But when (he dances in the Wind, And fhakes her Wings, and will not ftay, I puff the Proftiture away : The little or the much fhe gave, is quietly refign'd. Content with Poverty, my Soul I arm : And Virtue, the' in Rags, will keep rae warm. X. What is't to me Who never fail in her unfaithful Sea, If Storms arife, and Clouds grow black; If the Maft fplit, and threaten Wreck ; Then let the greedy Merchant fear. For his ill-gotten Gain ; And pray to Gods that will not hear, While the debating Winds and Billows bear His Weahh into the Main. For roe, fscure from Fortune's Blows (^Secure of what I cannot Icfc ) In. Book III. HORACE. 115 In my fmall Pinnace I can fail, Contemning ail the bluft'ring Roarj And running with a merry Gale, With friendly Stars my Safety feck Within fome little winding Creek, And fee the Storm a-lliore. ODE XXIX. By Sir William Temple. I. V| Mcenas^ Off-fprlng of Tyrrhenim Kings, '^^-*' And worthy of the greatefl Empire's Swayi Unbind the working Mind a while, and play With fofter Thoughts, and loofer Strings j Hard Iron ever wearing, will decay. II. A Piece untouch'd, of old and noble Wine," Attends thee here; foft Eflence for thy Hairv or purple Violets made, or Lillics fair. The Rofss hang their Heads and pine. And 'till you come, in vain perfume the Air. in. Be not inveigled by the gloomy Shades^ Of Tyl>er, nor cool Amiens chryftal Streams, The Sun is yet but young, his gentle Beams Revive, and fcorch not up the Bladef. The Spring, like Virtue, dwells between Extremes, IV. Leave fulfome Plenty for a while, and come From ftately Palaces, that tow'r fo high. And 114 HORACE. Book m And fpread fo far; the Duft and Buis'neA fly, The Smoke and Noife of mighty Rcme, And Cares, that on embroider'd Carpets lye. V. If is Vlclflitude that Pleafure yiefds To Men, with greareft Wealth and Honour bleft, And fometinr'cs Horrely Fare, but cleanly dreft. In Country Farms, or pleafant Fields, Clears up a Clowdy Brow, and Thoughtful Breaft. VI. Now the cold Winds have blown themfelves away, The Frofts are melted into pearly Dews; The chirping; Birds each Morning tell the News Of cheerful Spring, and welcome Day. The tender Lambs follow the bleating Ewes, VIT. The vernal Bloom adorns the fruiffol Trees With various Drefs ; the foft and gentle Rains Begin with Flow'rs t'enammel all the Plains. The Turtle with her Mate agrees : And wanton Nymphs with their cnaraour'd Swains. VIII. Thou art contriving in thy Mind, what State And Form becomes that rpighty City beft: Thy bufie Head can take no gentle Reft, For thinking on th' Rvents and Fate Of faftlous Rage, which has her long opprefs'd, IX. Thy Cares extend to the Remoteft Shores Of her vaft Empire, how the Ferfian Arms ; Whether to Bachriam ]o\r\ their Troops; what Harms From the Cantabrians, and the Moors, May come, or the tumultuous German Swarms, X. Bu 3ooK 111. HORACE. iif X. But the wife Pow'rs above, that all things know, n fable Night have hid the Events and Train Df future things; and with a juft Difdain, Laugh, when poor Mortals here below. Fear without Caufe, and break their Sleeps in vain. XI. Think how the prefent thou may 'ft bed compofe. With Equal Mind, and without endlefs Cares. For the unequal Courfe of State-affairs Like to the Ocean ebbs and flows, Or rather like our neigh'bring Tyber fares. XII, Now fmootb and gentle thro' her Channel creeps, With foft and eafy Murmurs purling dowDj Now fv,;ells and rages, thrtac'nitbitious Tracks purfues } Does Book IV. HORACE, \if> Does with weak unballafl Wings, About the moflie Brooks ifgrace, .'Surviving the pafi Conquefis of thy Face, Norn the great Bufinefs of thy Life is done, Review'fi reith Grief what Trophies thou haft won, Damiid to be parch'd with Ltifl, tho' thill'd with Agt] And tho' paft ABion, damn'd to tread the Stage, "That all might Laugh to fee that glaring Light, Which lately /hone fo ferce and bright, JErJ with a Stink at laji, and "vanifh into Night. M O ^ A C ^', H R A C E. E P O D E L By Mr. C // £ r /F D. Tmtedin the Tirji Van efUifcellmy fosm, Page 183; g!.wa ri^^^S^^ HEN you, Mec^nas, with your Train, ^M^Mm^^ Embarking on the Royal Fleet, ifMW fMi ExF5fe your felves to the rough Mair., p rnJ-LiM . Aad Cifar's threat'ning Danger meet, f^^^W Wbilft in ignoble Eafe I'm left behind, m^A^^^'^ And fiiall f call you cruel, or too kind. n. Paftimes andvWioe, v/hlch Verfe Lnfpire, Are taftelefs all now you are gone, Untun'd is both my Mind and Lyre, And in full Courts I feem alone. The RHifti you to my Enjoyments give," And Life, depriv'd of you, cou'd hardly /iw; III. Then fi'.ou'd I a young Seaman grow, And take a Cutlacc in cy Hand? Yes; tit HORACE- jYes, with you, to the Pole I'd go, Or tread fcorch'd Africk's treacherous Sand.. And I perhaps cou'd fight, or fuch as I, At leaft, inftead of better Men, cou'd die. IV. You'll fay, what are my Pains to you? I I'm not for, War and Adlion made : Bid nie my humble Care purfue, • Seek Winter- Sun and Summer- Shade: Whilft both your great Example, and Commands., Require more AiSive and Experienc'd Hands. V. If you fay this, you never, knew. Friendfhip, the nobleft Part of Love; "What for her Fawn can th'Old One do, Or for her young the timorous Dove: They're more at Eafe, tho* helplefs, being nearj And AbfsncCj ev'n in Safety, caufes Fear. VI. This Voyage, and a hundred more. To gain your Favour I would take: But don't what's- faid on Virtue's Score, VoT fervsie Flsitiery miftake. No. City Palace,, or large Country Seat, i feek, nor aim fo low ss to be great. VII. % rievcr lik'd thofe reftlefs Minds,. Which by mean Arts with mighty Paio« Climb to. the Region of the Winds, Then of Court Hurricanes complain. Kind Heav'n afiures mel Ihall ne'er be poor, AB,d o/-— -» be damii'd .to encreafe his Storco E P O D E H HORACE, i^ E P O D E 11. By Mr. D R T D E N. f tinted in the Second Tart of Mifcellmy Toms, Page 84^ O W happy in his low Degree, How rich in humble Poverty is he, ■Who leads a Quiet Country Life ! Difcharg'd of Bus'nefs, void of Strife, And from the griping Scrivener free. (Thus e'er the Sfeeds ot Vice were fown; Liv'd Men in Better Ages born. Who plow'd with Oxen of their own Their fmall paternal Field of Corn) Nor Trumpets fummon him to War, • Nor Dreams difturb his Morning Sleep, Nor knows he Merchants gainful Care, Nor fears the Dangers of the Deep. The Clamours of contentious Law, Atid Court and State he wifely (hunsi Nor brib'd with Hopes, nor dar'd with Awe^ To Servile Salutations runs: Bat either to the clafping Vine Does the fupportiog Poplar wed, Or with his Pruning-hook disjoin Unbearing Branches from their Head, And grafts more happy Bunches in their {leads Or climbing to a hilly Steep, He views his Herds in Vales afar. Or {heers his over-burthen'd Sheep, Or Mead for coo-ling Drink prepares^ Of Virgiii- Honey, in the Jars. iU HORACE: Or in the nov/ Declining Year, When bount'ous Autumn rears his Head, He joys to pull the ripen'd Pear, And cluft'ring Grapes with Purple fpread. The Faireft of his Fruit he ferves, TriapHs, thy Rewards : Sj/lvams too his Part deferves, Whofe Care the Fences guards. Sometimes bentath an ancient Oak, Or on the matted Grafs he liesj No God of Sleep he need invoke. The Stream that o'er the Pebbles flies," With gentle Slumber crowns his Eyes- The Wind that whiftles thro' the Sprays, Maintains the Confort of the Song y And hidden Birds with native Lays The golden Sleep prolong. But when the Blaft of Winter blows, 'And hoary Froft inverts the Year, Into the naked Woods he goes. And feeks the tusky Boar to rear. With well-mcuth'd Hounds and pointed Spear- Or fpreads his fubtle Nets from Sight, " With twinkling GlafTes to betray The Larks that in the Marfhes light; Or makes the fearful Hare his Prey. A mid ft his harmlefs cafie Joys, No anxious Care invades his Health, Nor Love his Peace of Mind deftroys, Nor wicked Avarice of Wealth. Put if a chafte and pleafmg Wife, * ToeafietheBui'nefsof hisLife, Dividss HORACE, iif Divides with him his Houfliold Care, Such as the Sabine Matrons were, Such as the Swift -4/>«//<««'s Bride; Sun-burnt and fwarthy tho' (he be, )Vill Fire tor Winters Nights provide. And without Noife will overfee His Children and his Family; And order all things 'till he come, Sweaty and over-labour'd, home; If (he in Pens his Flocks will fold, And then produce her Dairy Store^ With Wine to drive away the Cold, And unbought Dainties of the Poor. Not Oyfters of the Lucrine Lake My fober Appetite would wi(h, Nor Turbet, or the Foreign Fi(h That rolling Tempers overtake, And hither waft the coftly DiPiij Not Heathpovdt, or the rarer Bird, Which Phafts, or loniit yields. More pleating Morfels wou'd afford Than the fat Olives ef my Fields; . Than Shards or Mallows for the Pot, That keep the loofen'd Body found, Or than the Lamb that falls by Lot, To the juft Guardian of my Ground, Amidft thefe Feafts of happy Swains, The jolly Shepherd fmiles to fee His Flocks returning from the Plains j The Farmer is as pleas'd as he, ; To view his Oxen fweating Smoke, Bear on their Necks the loofca'd Yokej To M^ HORACE. To look upon his menial Crew, That fit around his chearful Hearth," And Bodies fpent in Toil renew With wholefome Food and Country Mirth; This Morecraft faid within himfdf; Refolv'd to leave this wicked Town,- And Hve retir'd upsn his own. He calJ'd his Mony in : But the prevailing Love of Pelf, Soon fplit him on the former Shelf, And put it out again, . E P O D E II. By Mr. COWL E T. Tr'mted in his Toems, Page 720. Beatus ille qui procul, 8cc, T I'^tPy the Man whom bomteous Gods allow A -1 With his own Hand Paternal Grounds to ploxD! Like the firji golden Mortals, happy he, :From Bujinefs and the Cares of Money free! No human Storms break off at Land his Sleep. No loud Alarms of Nature on the Deep ; From all the Cheats of Law he lives fecurey Nor doe) th' Affronts of Palaces endtire. Sometimes the beauteous, marriageable Vim ■ He to the lufly Bridegroom Elm does join % Sometimes he hps the barren Trees around. Ard grafts nen> Life into the fruitful Wound; Sometimes he fijeers his. Flock, and fcmetimes he- Stores up the Golden Trenfures oj the Bes^ He fees his lowing Herds walk 6'er the Plain, mUfi neighboring Hilli lors back to them agas»: HORACE. 1 57 jind tchen the Seafon, rich as mil as gay, Jill her Aummnd Bounty does dif^Uy* Ho^ is he plens'd th' encreafwg UJe to fee Of his well trufied Labours bend the Tree ? Of which Urge Shares, on the gUd S.ured Days, He gives to Friends, and to the Gods repays. With how tnuch Joy does he beneath fome Shade, By aged Trees rev rend Ernbraces made, His car clefs Head on the frejh Green recline. His Head ur.charg'd with Fear or with Dejtgr}> By him a River conflanily complains. The Birds above rejoice with various Strains^ And in the flemn Seme their Orgias keep. Like Dreams mx'd with the Gravity of Sleep-r Sleep, which does always there for Entrance wait, Ji}d nought within agninfl it f.'Uts the Gate, Nor does the roughefi Seafon of the Sky, Or fidlen J ve, M Sports to him dmy. He runs the. Mazes of the rnmble Hare, Bii well-mouth'' d Dogs glad Concert rends the Ain Or with Game bolder, and rewarded more, Ht drives into a Tod the foaming Boar; Here flies the Hawk fajfault, and there the Nei To intercept the travelling Fowl is fet. And all his Malice, all his Craft is fljown In innoeent Wars, on Beafls and Birds aloWe This is the Life from all Misfortunes free ^ From thee the great One, Tyrant Love, from theey And if (t chafe and clean, tho' homely Wife Be added to the Blejjings of this Life, Such as the ancient Sun-burnt Sabins werSi Such as Apulia, frugal Jiill, does bear. Who makes her Children and the Houfe her Cftrti Jnd joyfully the Work of life dm fhare, Ni^-- ^38 HO. RACE, Nor thinks her felf too. noble, or to fine, ro pin the Sheep-fold, or to milch the Kine; Who waits M Boor againft her Husband come, Trom Rural Duties, late, and weary' d home: U^pereJJje receives him with a kind Embrace, A chearful Tire, and a more chearfiil Face; ' And fills the Bowl up to a homely Lord.. And with Dcmeftick Flenty loads the Board, Net all the lufiful Shell fifl, of the Sea, Drefs'd by the wanton Hand of Luxury, Nor Ortalans, nor Godwics, nor the refi Ofcoflly Names, that glorifie a Feafi, Are at the Princely Tables better Cheer, Than Lamb andKtd, Lettuce and Olives here. E P O D E; XV. To h'ti Perjur'd Mijirefs, By Mr. T. Y A L D E N. Nox erat, & Coelo fulgebat Luna Sereno, ^c'. J T was one Eveaing, when the rifiog Moon -*■ Araidft her Train of Stars diftinaiy {hone: Serene and calm was the inviting Night, And Heav'n appear'd in all its Luftre bright: When you, Ne&ra, you, my Perjur'd Fair, ' Did to abufe the Gods and me prepare • -Twas then you fwore R^n,embe;, faithlefs Maid, With what endearing Arts you then bctray'dj HORACE, MP Remember all the tender things that paft, ^ When round my Neck your willing Arms were caft. The circling Ivies, v/hen with Onhs they join, Seem loofe,'and coy, to thofe fond Arms of thine. Believe, you cry'd, this folemn Voro, believs . The nobkfi Pledge that Love ami I can give: Or if there's ought more [acred here Mow, Let that confirm my Oath to Heav'n atidyois. If e'er my Breafi a, Guilty Flume receives. Or covets Joys but vphat thy ?re fence gives i May ev'ry injured Fower aprt thy Cmfe, And Love avenge his Violated Lavos : While cruel Beap of Prey infefi the fUin, And Tempefis rage tipon the faithlefs Main : mile Sighs and Tears fljall lifi'ning Virgins mov9, So long, ye Vow'rs, mil fond Neaera Jove. Ah faithlefs Charmer, lovely perjur'd Maid! Are thus my Vows and gen'rous Flame repaid? Repeated Slights I have too tamely bore. Still doated on, and ftill been wrong'd the more. Why do I liften to that Syren's Voice, Love ev'n thy Crimes, and fly to Guilty Joys! Thy fatal Eyes my beft Refolves betray, f My Fury melts in foft Defires away : Each Look, each Glance, for all thy Crimes attone, Elude my Rage, and I'm again undone. But if my injured Soul dares yet be brave, Unlefs I'm fond of Shame, confirmed a Slave, I will be deaf to that enchanting Tongue, Nor on thy Beauties gaze away my Wrongs Ac r4o H O RA C E. At length TJl loath each proftituted Grace, Nor court the Leavings of a cloyed Embrace; But fhew with Manly Rage, my Soul's above The cold Returns of thy exhaufted Love. Then thou flialt juflly mourn at my Difdain^ Find all thy Arts, and all thy Charms in vain: Shalt mourn, whilft I, with nobler Flames purfue Some Nymph as fair, tho' not unjuft as youj Whofe Wit and Beauty fliall like thine excel]. But far furpafs in Truth, and Loving v/ell. But wretched thou, whoe'er my Rival art,. That fondly boafts an Empire o'er her Hearts Thou that enjoy '/i the fair inconftant Prize, And vainly uiumph'ft with my Viaoriesj Unenvy'u now o'er all her Beauties rove. Enjoy thy Ruin and Ne^rei's Love; Tho' Wealth and Honour grace, tby.nobler Birth; To bribe hsr Love, and fir a wand'ring Faith : Tho* cv'ry Grjce, and ty\y Virtue join, T* enrich thy Mind, and make thy Form divine: Yet bleft with cnd.'efs Charms, too foon you'll prow The Treacheries of fajfe NeArn's Love. Loft, and «bandon'd by th' ungrateful Fair, Like me you'lllove, be injur'd, and defpairj When left th' unhappy Objed of her Scorn, Then ihall J fmile to fee the Viftor mourn. Laugh at thy Fate, an^ triumph in my Turn. HO RACE. HORACE. BOOK L S A T Y R L B^ iVfr. H O R N E G K. ^Henceis'r, M&cems, that fo few approve The State they're plac'd in, and incline to rove; Whether againft their Will, by Fate im- Or by Confent and prudent Choice efpous'd? mppy the Merchant! the old Soldier cries. Broke with Fatigues, and warlike Enterpnze. The Merchant, when the dreadful Hurricane Toflcs his v/ealthy Cargo on the Main, Applauds the Wars and Toils of a Campaign. There an Engagement foon decides your Doom, Bravely to die, or come viftor'ous home. The Lawyer vows the Farmer's Life is bcft, When, at the Dawn, the Clients break his Reft. The Farnser having put in Bail t'appear. And forc'd to Town, cries they're h.ippieft there: With Thoufands more of this inconftaiit Race, "Would tire FaHus to relate each Cale. Not 7 14^ H O RA C E. Not to detain you longer, pray attend The IfTue of ail this; (hould Jove dtfcend. And grant to ev'ry Man his ra(h Demand, To run his lengths with a neglcftful Hand; Tirjl, Grant the harafs'd Warrior a rejeafe. Bid him go trade, and try the faithlefs Seas, To purchafe Treafure and declining Eafe. Next call the Pleader from his learned Strife, To the calm Bleffings of a Country Life: And, with thefe lep'rate Demands, difmifs Each Suppl'ant to enjoy the promifs'd Blifs, Don't you believe they'd run ? Not one will move, Tho'proffer'd to be happy from above. Were it not juft that Jove, provok-'d to Heat, Should drive thcfe Tiiflers from the Hallow'd Seat, ;> And unrelenting ftand when they intreat ? S But not to paffi this Subjea as in jeft, Tho' ferioui Truths may with a Smile be dreft; As your indulgent MaRcrs ufe to teach Their humVous Scholars the firft Parts of Speech ; Soothing with Plumbs and Cakes th'unpleafant Noife, And fofc'ning the ha.fn Lines with that Difguife. Now to be grave. The Farmer's early Care, ^ The Vintner's Craft, the Sold'ers fcanty Fare, C The Sailor's Shocks by Sea, s::d Change of Air, S Center in this, To auit the Stage at laji, Axid reap the Harvefi of their Labo-^rs pft. Vainly propofing to themfelves, when gain'd An Eafj Competence, they'll flop their hand: Taking their meafure from the Emmet's Toil, Who rakes from ev'ry Srack to heap the File, Appriz'd and wary of the Future Ilj. Who HORACE. 145 Who when Aquarius bodes the Seafon's Change, Site in his Hoards, he's never known to rangej When neither Solftice Heat, or Winter Froft, Swords, Fire, the Sea's united Hoft, Can check your raging Luft of Gain, ■'Till equal to the Beft in Wealth and Train. What profits burying fo much Coin and Plate, Fearful to lofe, if it fhould circulate? But you'll reply, If once a Bag is broke. It dwindles, and infenfibiy goes off. But if you never leflen the vaft Store, You're ftill amidft thcfe golden Mountains poor." What if a ThouCuid Qiaavters of threft'd Wheat j Lye on your Floors, you more than I can't cati V And all can but fuffice your Appetite : 3 ]uft as the Slave v/ho's loaded with the Sack, Shares no more Bread than the Unfurnifh'd Back. Or pray convince me, where's the odds 'twixt one V/ho, within narrow Bounds confin'd, has fown His Fifty Acres, and the Man who ploughs Thoufands with greedy Hands, and empty Vows Ay, but 'tis pleafant, from the Full-pil'd Heap, To draw at leafure, and full Garners keep, Whilft we with Care muft Icfien what we reap, why fho^tld your Granaries be valu'd more Thanmy poor Basket with its bumble Store? As if when Thirft does but one Glafs require, I I (houia in fpacious Floods abate the Fire. And not with kffer Goblets quench Dcfire. To him they're odly bigger in conceit, Like thofe who milch prefer to what is fit. When the fwift Anfidhy Land-floods fupply'd, Rolls Banks with loofen'd Trees along the Tide. ? He III 144 HORACE, He that can live on Nature's {lender Mea], Drinks the pure mclar of the neighb'ring WeH, Nor trufls his Fortune on a Faithlefs Keel. But moft, impos'd on by a Vicious Tafte, Fancy their Trcafures never fwel] too faft. For as the, World goes, all the Court that's (hewn, Is in Proportion to the Wealth you own. What wou'd you fay to fuchf They're free To live ^o, fince they lilte the Slaver/. As one at Athens miferably rich, Anfwer'd their Satyrs with this carelefs Speech: The Feople hifs tne^ but I clap my (elf. When 1 entrench' d at home, count o'er my ?elf. The thirfty Tantalus, amidft the FJoods, Striving to quench his Drought—— But why a Simile I beg you ? Change the Name, The Story fits you, and you're juft the fame; "Whilft fnatching at your Bags you Slumbers ftcal,' Thinking ic Sacrilege to break the Seal; Andj in reality no more poflef'^. Than Piftures you admire, but not carefs. Perhaps thou art ignorant of what ufe Thy Mony if, and that is thy Excufe: Buy Bread and Herbs, and a brisk Charge oF Wine, To thefc fome other Neceflaries join. Without which languid Nature muft decline. Is't pleafant, think you, to be hourly fcar'd ? Jealous of Thieves, and of your Houfh juid Guard, Left they fhould ftrip you, and file oflf unheard. If thefe are the fole Bleffings which await The Mifer's Life, grant me the Meanell Fate ! You'll HORACE. 14J. \ } You'll urge perhaps a Cold may ftize your Head, •Or Chronque Cafe confiae you to your Bed, Then your Wealth's ufeful to procure a Fiiend, A Nurfe to chafe, Phyficians to attead The Crifis, and reftore you in the end. But ftill your Wife and the expeding Htir, Think ev'ry Minute long 'till you expire, And all your Neighbours fecond the Defire. Don't wonder, when you prize your Gold above All Friends, you meet with fuch indiff 'rent Love. If by no Marks of Bounty you retain Kindred and Friends, you DJSt as much in vain, As if you'd teach an Afs t'obey the Rein. Ceafe now, at lafl:, thus rich, to covet more. When there's fo Kttle Fear of being poor, Learn to be eafy, and renounce all Claim To Further WealtW, when you have got your aim . Not like Umidius, who, the Story fays, Meafur'd his Money, but withal fo bafe, That he went always cloathed like a Slave, Dreading to ftarve before he reach'd the Grave r. But a Virago of his Family Eas'd with an Ax his Fears, and fet him free^ What do y'advife me? To turn Prodigal, And by Debauches quickly run out all ? You prefs a Charafter fo oppofite. As with my frugal one will ne'er unite. No : But when I your fordid Temper blame, I'd neither have you fquander Wealth or Fame. Twixt two Extremes there is a Golden MeaOj Which to this Side or that mufl; never leans H "'"'^ If 14^ HORACE. If once thofe narrow Boundaries are croft, Ocr Notions cf what's right and juft are kft. But to refume the Point j Is It not ftrangc th:r none are reall/ b!ell More than the Niggard, but as void of Reft, Thinking another's Fortune ftiil the beft. Pine 'caufe their Neighbours Cattle hourly thrive. And full ftretch'd Dugs a Larger Shower givej Difdaia to fize among the Middle Sort, But ftrive te mount o'er this great Man at Court j Whilft ftill there's one more pow'rful in Sway, O'ertakes them in their Courfe, and blocks their Wayi As when Two Chat'ots from the Bars releas'd. The hindmoft Driver preffes on his Beaft, 'Till, paft his Rival, he commands the Plain, And in Deriiion holds a fportive Rein. From this Inconftancy we rarely find. One that has liv'd agret'ble to his Mind, Contented with the Years he has pofTefs'd, Retires without Difturbance from Life's Feaft, Ard drops afleep like a Well-fated Gueft. Nat one Word more, left you (l^ou'd think I've ftoJe ^ tedious Lcflbn from blind Crt[^m\ Roll. SATYR HORACE. 147 SATYR I. Imitated by a young Gentleman at Cambridge, Printed in the Sixth Mifiellany^ Page 475". -Corpoream ad naturam pauca videmus EfTe opus omnino, qua: demant qucrque dolorem, Delicias quoque uti mulcas fubfternere poffiar, (^c. . Nil noflro in corporc gazx Proficiunt, neque nobiiitas, ncque gloria regni: Quod fupereft animo quoque nil prodcfTcputandtim eft. Lucret. Lth. 2- ATI* Lord, whence comes it, that with wavVmg Thought, "*■ "^ V/e thus negkSt what cnce with Care we fought? That none can eafie, none content ciin live, With what their Reafin ehofe, or Fate would give ? 'Each hrainfick HumVtfi likes his Neighlours Road, Ar,d, fince he goes it not, pirverjly thinks it good, The haggard Veteran deform'd with Scars, And broke with long Fatigues in conjlant PFUrs, Cur/es the fiarvelmg Honours he has got. And cries ^ The happier Merchant's be my Lot. The Merchant, trembling, rvhilfi the rowling Seas To/s the charg'd Barque, ard rifcjue his future £ ife, Cries, Happy only is the Soldier s Tate, A lingering Fortune nexer forcd to wait; Whofe Hopes are in me happy Minute crown d: InViSiary, or Death, a cert^i>) Prize is fow^d. The harrafs'd Lurry er4hir,ks the Peafant blefi, When early Clients interrupt his Refi, And with impert'nent Fears his downy Hours mo'efi. Hz Ths 148 HORACE, The leihWng Veafmt, whom vexatious Law, And dread Subpsenas to the City dra^-^, Extols each Vleafure of the gawdy Town, Where he no Labour feels, r,o irkfowe Toil has kr.cm. 'Tveere -vain the dijfm'ng M%fJ:es to rehear fe. Or fow'r with Difcontents each jarring Verfe: Not all could be expreft ly Fabius' Tongue, Jho' fam'd for fieaking nought, and pleading long . But leji, like him, I, with cenforious Rhime, Should trefpafs on your Thoughts, or wafe your Time, Hear to yvhat fpeedy Ijfue 1 the Caufe Will bring, and try it by impartial Laws. Suppofefome God, mov d with our conftmt Grief, Or dor'' d each Malecontent his wifh'd Relief : Do thou, who hat'fi Campaigns, a Seaman be ; And thou a Soldier, who condemn'Jl the Sea; The Lawyer to his fancy' d Eafe retire; And the rude Hind to courtly foys afpire : Htnce, hence depart with chtarfd Looks, and blefs The pitying Pow'r, that gave your Griefs redrefs, Chang'd the Decrtes of Fate to fx your Happinefs. What f Silent ? Do yo;t thenfo, foen repeal What eager Warrr.th purfu'd with fo much Zeal? Can nought your idle Difcontents appeafe ? Cm nought your troubled Souls your refilefs Fancies pleaf^ i Come, chearful what the Gods befiow receive ; 'Tis Man's Part to poffefs, the Gods can only give: What ? Hum'rijls fill ? And do you thus embrace The tender Deity's aiounding Grace? What Arts can fcreen this Folly ? H^at /hall move The future Favours of deluded Jove? M-liU may hisjlightcd Mercy /corn your Fra^s, Laugh at your Mii'ries, and upbraid your Tears; Bid HORACE. I4P JBidyou be Wretches ft ill. flnce you refufe What Man could ne'er dejerve, what none but you abftfe. But left you think this writ in fportive Mood, To mife your Fane ., net to make yon Good: And yet I cau't conceive why beauteous Truth May not become the gay eft Smiles of Youth : 'Tts thus the Miftrefe, after fruitlefs Pains, With little Arts the wayward Infant gains; Treats him with Plumbs, and winning on his Tafte, Inftnuates the Lefton with the Teaft, And makes the Bitter kindly relifti, and digeftx But to be ferious, and thefe Trifles quit. The eafte Offfpring of luxuriant Wit, What would the Soldier, what the Seamxn have. Who dares the warring Ocean's Fury brave ? W/sat would the Vi;itners, who with dmg'rous Arts Increafe the Juice the bounteous God imparts ; define on Nature's Stores, and think her Reign Too narrow for their veift Deftres of Gain ? With one Confent they make this joint Reply ; 'Tis future Cares our prefect Thoughts employ: When trembling Limbs and ftifen'd Nerves prefage The fad Approaches of a helplefs Age; What then fJmll aid us, if the timely Care Ofvigrous Youth does not the Burden bear. And antedate the Labours of the hoary Tear ? Thus with fam'd Providence the ftmder Ant, The great Example of good Management, Whilft the fair Seafon lafls, and laviflU Grain Trofufely en the Floors unwatch'd remain, Induftrioufty his little Garner fills. And the Provifionsfor his Winter fteals ; Grateful, he takes what the Occafion grmaa. And with the prefent Wafte fupplses his future Wmn. H 3 '^ii tfO HORACE. 'lis true; But vohen the Writer fmr per grows ^ And tke And make the fruitful Seat thy bury'd Treafures limb i J What Fruit, what Int'refi can' ft thou thence receive! mat kind return fl:oM if.jur'd Nature give ! Or change her Courfe. to make her En'my thrive? •' £ut // hard Times fhould break upon my Hoard, " Or Folly fqusi?,o'er what my Prudence ftor'd; " The reft too flies, and moddVing finks away, *' Le^ung its Ms'Jler to deferv'd Decay. Tut fay, fppofmg it untouched, and whole, M^hence fpnng the Charms, that move thy ravift'd Souli WhM BeAuty can ft thou in its Grojfnef: fnd. To pleafe thy Thoughts, and elevate thy Mind? What ! tho' thj Barns are full, and Purfe commands The various ProduHs often thoufand Lands? Tho hijiy Nature lavifloes her Powr To mtet thy Wijlj, and multiply thy Store ? Tho' teeming Provinces their Harvefls join To fvell thy Treafures ? here's the vafi Defign ? Thy Stomach rioting at the plenteous Feajls, No more than mine can hold, no more digefts. As ifamon^ft the Hinds, with friendly Care, Thou the Proviftons of the reft fhonUl b.-ar-^ . ThoH HORACE. I51 Thou couUji not, after all thy Teii avd Srveat, A greater Fort ion than thy Fillows eat, VAio atrelefs rvalk'd at eafe, nor felt the galimg Weight : Or tell me freely, when the eafie Mit.d Cm live by Nature's frugal Laws confind; Where is the diff'rence to confidering Men j Jo plough ten thoufmd Acres, or but ten ? «' £«/ then 'tis fveeet to viexo the fmiling Stores, ^ «« And crowd the diftant Joys of future Hours > « j7ito one Moment's Thought, ami make them ^refnt ours, J " 'Tss Godlike Luxury of Happiaefs, " To be poffefTing flill, and knovo toe always fl:ctll pojfefs \ " To take from Heaps that " Whzt ? thou canjl but hd^e • What common Appetites of Nature crave : And if my earthen Jarr, vith meafur d Grain, Can thofe in Pleafare, and in Health maintain; 1 mould not richer be, I want no more, That Mgypt is to me, 'tis Africk'j fruitjul Shore. 'Twere Madnefs fure, if thirfiy Nature's want One Glafs could eafe, one Bottle could content ; To cry, the boundlefs Ocean's Depths explore To quench my Thir/i, nor Jlarve my fancy d Pow'r, Draining a petty Fountain's thrifty Store. Hence comes it, that where greedy Hopes prevail, And Fancy, r.ot our Reafon, holds the Scale ; The angry Aaf'idas fwells his foaming Streams, And fhows the Moral ef the Mifer's Dreams; Devouring all, he marks his wafleful Way, And bears the yielding Banks and thoughtlefs Wretch (m»y. \ WUn he, whofe thoughts, contented, ne'er afpire, Nor fwell beyond what prefent Wants require ; H 4 Fears xr^ HORACE. 'Bean not, reclmng o'er the mojfy Side, The dreadful Ravage of the angry Tide, ? Nor fpoihhimfelf the Stream, r.hich pure, which peaceful^ He wifely views, hovo all arcmd him fmile. The Plants not withered, nor too rank the Soil: How Nature's equal Care does each maintain In prober Bemty, by a frugal Rein ; Then qu4s his li,npid NeHar, free from Bears, ^ndfiouriffjes alike viih Nature's ether Cares. Butflill, the blinded World with Scorn regttrJs That Indolence, which thefe Refults rewards; And ravip'd with a tawdry tiafel'd Drefs, Bor that alone each God they anxious prefs. That is their only mfJj, that they can only \lef: Think there's no Scandal, but in being Poor, ^nd meafuri virtuous tVorth by great Extent of P^»V. l'i^:>at JIjaU we d} then, fn.ce no Hellebore, No Reafon cm the willing MAd refiore ? B.v'a lei 'emflill continue in their Dreams, Debauch thiir Farcies with the foothing Themes i 'Twere vain and hopelef to prefumi Succefs, Where Patients hug their Ills, and hate the kind Redrefs. At Athens livd a Wretch, Sordid and Old, Pofffffiag nothing, but pffefs'd by Gold. Him the infultiag Mob, with Taunts affail'd, Jeir'd as he pa/s'd, or hiji. and loudly rail'd. Hence with the hideous Marker's baleful Sight, Rebel of Nature, and Mankind's defpight i Bear him far hence, where griping Harpies Reign, And kindred Monjsrffll the difmal Scene; Wnjit HORACE. 155 Unfit for us, or Life By ChaKce repriev'd. Got homi, and from the publick Fury fav'd,, He thus refleBs Well Fools hifi on, and' threat. Vent all your Malice, all your Scorn and Hate, Shall thefefmall Blafts my fleddy Barque o'erfet? ^Tis KOt your empty Honours tempt my Vievos^ A nobler Joy my lab'ring Thought purfues; . Thou, thtu my darling Gold, reign'ft Monarch here. The deareji ObjeB of my Hope and Fear: Whilfi thou art guarded fafe from Infalts free. Let them meak all their Bolts, wafle all their Shafts on me. Not all their Threads my fltdfafl Soul fimll move. In Death I'll tafle thy Sweets and revel with my Lovei tufh my Enjoyments ev'n beyond the Grave, Since living I no Joys but in thy Tomb can have, ?oor Tantalus the fuelling Flood furveys. That pes his Lips, and can't his Thirfi afpeafe. U^yfmil'fl thou. Ignorant? Thou art that Curfi, That Wretch, who dy'fi with everlafling Thirfl j, jind what the Fable draws in flmt, is near Shewn- in full length by thy Example here. Thou art the real Tantalus, whofe Sleep's Broke with difiemper'd Breedings o'er thy Heaps, Declare thytorturd Soul, the Joys thy Av'rice reaps: Who bafely deifffi what bounteous Henv'n Defign'd thy ufeful Slave, a Blefing giv'n; ret thou pervert'Ji its life, mak'fi it thy Lord, As Jove again was to that Form reflor'd. Irradiated its Beams, and lightened from thy Hord: As if the glorious Form for Shew was made, A tafielefe Pleafure, and an empty Shade ; Or as the Delphian Deities watch'd o'er, Jml Thunder guarded fafe thy hdWd Store, ^^^,^ ^r4 H O RA C E. Knem'/i thou not, after all thy rucking Cares, lo raife the Heaps thy niggard Nature /pares, 7 he real Vdue, which thy Treafure bears? mat ? kmvp'Jl thoH not its Ufe i let Bread be bought, Letfav'ry Herbs, and cheerful Wine be fought; Let Nature's Cravings meet their j aft fupplies-' Jiml little fure can all her Wants fuffice Refilefs all Night, half dead with Fear 'each Hour; Lefl fudden Flarfm thy favYtte Gold devour; Lefijlurdy Burglars fliould befiege thy Pelf' Or faithlefs Servants rob you of your felf- ' Are thefe the only Joys thy Wealth can grant, Tne only Yleafures that thy Soul can want} May I fuch dang'rous Bhpjgs ever Jhun, Nor rcifh prepofm,Jly to be undone: May I be ever Poor, and '/cape the Snares The treMh'rous Syren for the Rich prepares. " But flmld a raging Fever boil your Blood; ^' Or fiercer Cold feeze up the vital Flood: " Should any Mis'ry nail you to your Bed, " Gouts rack your Limbs, or fhootings fplit your Head : " This votll procure you ^ij, fecure you Friends *' To jv,tch your Wants, and wait your fuk Commands; ' To bathe and rub you with obfequious Care, " And ev\y friendly Drug with friendUer Help prepare; " ShaU gain th^ Dover's interpo/ng Few'r, " To fave their Friend, and ward the fatal Hour; " ShaU make him Med'cines utmo/i Arts explore, " By th^t o^.e happy Cure the Family to rejlore. Mifiaken Wretch; thy Children, Friends, thy Wife, Dread the Con:inMmce of thy irkfime Life; mi HORACE. Iff Hute the officious Care, that ban their JoySt ■Retards Vojfejjion, and their Hope defiroys: Ihefe are the Fruits thy Avarice attend, A wretched, hated Life, and unlamented End. And Where's the Wonder? In thy Days of Henlth, Thy only Pleafure was to rake up Wealth ; That was thy only Friend, the rejl fnfl by Unknoven, as alien Blood ; or hated, as too nigh : Gold was the only Thought thy Soul could move, All was devoted to that fatal Love ; What canjl thou in return frotn Friends e^eBt But equal Hatred, and deferv'd Neglect ? Well may they in thy Miferies make bold, Andfacrifice thee, in their turn, to Gold. Nature, 'tis true, may kindly give ym Friends, But 'tis your Care mufi make 'em ferve your Fnds i 'Tisjujlyeu buy their Service, as they yours; 'Tis mutual Interefi Nature's frailer Bend fecures: All other Motives^ Methods, Ties are vain, Sticcefilefs Labour, and unfruitful Pain; As if you'd teach the fluggifb Afs the Courje, To match /^'Olympian Rncer's noble Force, Or vie with proud Theffalia'i air-born Horfe. Then let there be an End to all your Cares, Andfirice your Stocks are great, be lefs your Fears-, End all your Labours, fince their Evd is got. And Fortune crowns you with a fmiling Lot. T)o not like rich Umidius {hateful Name, Not long the Story, iho' well known by Fame,) Whofe Wealth, too pond'rcus for the common Scale, Was mea-fttrd out, to safe the tedious Tale; ^ „ Ttt> Jf<5 HORACE. ret thoughtlefs Wretch, he dfd with conftm dread ^f griping Fenury, and want of Bread-, Difclaim'd his Riches, and renounc'd his Kind, In HMt,[nitedto his jluvifli Mind: ^■ind what's the E-id of all this Treafure fpar'd? What proves, for all Us Toils, a jufi Reward? A FavVtte Slave (if my can be fo Tojoylefs Mifm, who no Tleaftires know) Took pity on her Tafrm's wretched Cafe, Gave him his Freedom with a Heroine's Grace, Eas'd him from Life, and fet his Soul at Peace. " mi then r mat's your Advice? That I flm'd thrive " Life Naevias, or like Norr.enranus live? Strangely perverfe ! Is that a Vice toflnm. To its mofi dipnt Opfofiie to run, C Uneafie to be fav'd, and gUd to be undone ? V Js there no golden Medium to be found, A Seatfiy Virti.e, m.dfor Vice a Bound? I do not griping Avarice reprtherul. That I tray Rakes and Prodigals commend. Wide is the Diffreace, arj difiina the Fire, Which pmes in Tanais, ar.d exalts Dsfire, From the frozJn Humours of Vifellius'i'/re. In ev'ry thing a certain Mem is plac'd, Which mufl be reach'd, and never be tratifgrefs'd: In this fhall Compa/s Virtue feats her Urone, ^y mofi unleeded, tho' to few unknown. Who leave her real Charms for Monftert of their own But to refume the Subject I begun. Nor wildly from myflated Purpoje run-. Shall, like the Mifer, none approve his State, But rather praife t'he d.frem Turns of Fate I Shall HO RACE. 15:7 shall pine, when ethers fwell rcith flovcing Joy, Tond to amafs; yet feeming.for,der to defiroy: Shall overlook the Crovrds of poorer Men, Unfit for Envy, and too low for Spleen ; Shall only this or that rich Alan regard. Spurs to his Hopes, md Patterns of his Care's Rewardi^ Whilfi ftill fome richer One appears in view. To draw him ottwards, and his Toil renew. As, -when the Chariots, with applauding cries^ Start from the Goal to run Olympia'; Trize: With equal Ardour, tho' unequal Speed, All forwarJs prefs the eager foaming Steed: Bach bravely pufliin^ only at the h fi. Drives furious tow'rds it, and n?gleBs the reft. Hence f rings the Keafin, why fi fe-po confefs Their Life a real Round of Happinefs ; That few are known content to quit the Scene, Fleas'd with their Part, without Regret cr Pain; Can leave its Pleafures, like a chearful Gueji, Full with the Dainties of a dubious F.afi, Sated With Life, in all, in its lafi Changes blefs'd. But 'tis enough, r,or will I add a Line, Left CrifpiuV teJieiis Rhimes frjould be reputed mine. SATYR ifS HORACE, SATYR ir. By Mr. S T A F F R D, ft the Second Tart ofMifcelkny Teems, Page 144' I Was at firft, a Piece of Fig-tree Wood : And long an boneft Joiner pond'ring ftood,' Whether he (hou'd employ his (haping Tool To make a God of me, or a Joinc-Scool } Each Knob he weigh'd, on ev'ry Inch did plod. And rather chofe to turn me to a God. As a Triapus hence I grew ador'd, The Fear of ev'ry Thief, and ev'ry Bird. The Rafcals from their pilt'ring Tricks defift. And dread each wooden Finger of my Fift. The Reeds ftuck in my Cap the Peckers fright. From our new Orchards far they take their Flight, . And dare not touch a Pippin in my Sight. When any of the Rabble did deceafe, They brought 'cm to this Place to ftink in Peace.' Un-noifome here the Snuffs of Rogues went out, 'Twas once a common Grave for all the Rout. Loofe NomentarMs left his Riots here. And lewd Tantalabui forgo't to jeer. Nor in thefe Pit-holes might they put a Bone," Cou'd lye beneath a Dunghil of its own. But now the Ground for Slaves no more they tear, Sweet are the Walks, and vital is the Air; Myrtle HORACE. ifo Myrtle and Orange Groves the Eye delight, Where Skulls and Shanks did mix a Ghaftly Sight." While here I ftand the Guardian of the Trees," ' Not all the Jays are half the Grievances, -As are thofe Hags, who, diligcpt in 111, Are cither poys'ning or bewitching ftill : Thefe I can neither hurt nor terrify, But ev'ry Night, when once the Moon is high," They haunt thefe Allies with their Shrieks and Groahi^ And pick up Baneful Herbs and Humane Bones. I faw CaniJin here, her Feet were bare. Black were her Robes, and loofe her flaky Hairj With her fierce Sagmn went {talking reund. Their hideous Howlings fhook the trembling Ground.' A Palenefs, cafting Horror round the Place, Sat dead, and terrible on eithcr's Face, Their impious Trunks upon the Earth they caft. And dug it with their Nails in frantick Hafte : A coal-black Lamb then with their Teeth they tore, And in the Pit they pour'd the reeking Gore: By this they force the tortur'd Ghofts from Hell, And Anfwers to their wild Demands compel. Two Images they brought of Wax and Wool, The Waxen was a little puling Fool, A chidden Image, ready ftiil to skip. Whene'er the Woollen one but fnapt his Whip.) On Hecate aloud this Beldam calls, Tifiphone as loud the other bawls j ' A Thoufand Serpents hifs'd upon the Ground, And Hell-hounds compafs'd all the Gardens round ; Behind i6o HO RAC E. Behind the Tombs, to fhun the horrid Sight, The Moon skulk'd down, or out of Shame, or Frigir. May c^ery Crow, and Cuckow, if I lye, . Aim at my Crown as often as they fly : t And never mifs a Dab, tho' ne'er fo high. 5 May Villain Julius, and his Rafcal Crew, Ufe me with juft fuch Ceremony too. But how much Time and Patience wou'd it coff. To tell the Gabblings of each Hag and Ghoft? Or how the Earth the ugly Beldame fcrapes, And hides the Beards of Wolves, and Teeth of Snaijcs, While on the Fire the Waxen Image fries. Vext to the Heart to fee their Sorceries, My Ears torn with their bellowing Sprites, my Guts, My Fig-tree Bowels wambled at the Sluts. Mad for Revenge, I gather'd all my Wind, And bounc'd like Fifty Bladders from behind. Scar'd with the Noife they feud away to Town, While Sagana's falfe Hair comes dropping down : Camdm tumbles o'er, for want of Breath, And fcatters from her Jaws her Set of Teeth j 1 almoft burft to fee their Labours croft, Their Bones, their Herbs, and all their Devils loft. m SATYR HORACE. ' i5i SATYR X. Nempe Incompofito dixi Pede currere Verfus Lucil't ■— Trinted in Rochefter'i Voems In Ttcelves, WELL, Sir, 'tis granted, I faid Dryden's Rhimes Were ftoln, unequal, nay, dull many titres. What fooliflu Patron is there found of hisj So blindly partial to deny rae this ? But that his Plays, embroider'd up and down With Wit and Learning, juftly pleafe the Tovpn, In the fame Paper I as freely own : Yet, having this allow'd, the heavy Mafs That fluffs up his Loofe Volumes muft not pafsj For by that Rule one might as well admit Crown's tedious Scenes for Foetry and Wit. ' ris therefore not enough, when your/a// Senfe Hi'-s the falfe Judgment of an Audienci^ Of cbppipg Fools aflembling, a vaft Crowd, 'Till the throng'd Play-hcufe crack with the dull Load^ Tho' ev'n that Talent merits in fome fort. That can divert the R'ibble and the Courti Which blund'ring Settle never cou'd acrain. And pHUzdtng Otway labours at in vain. But within due Proportion circumfcribe Wha^e'er you wiite: that with a flowing Tide _ . The Style may rifej yet, in its Rife, forbear. With Ufelefs Words, t'opprcfs the weary'd Ear. Here be your Language lofty; there more light j^ Yoiir Rhetorick wkh your feetry unitej irought. Tour Bounty and Civility {faid he) Which I'm furpris'd in thefe rude Parts to fee. Shews that the Cods have given you a Mind, Too noble for the late which here you find. ^^yjhould a Soul, fo virtuous and fo great, > Loft itfelfthus in an okfcure Retreat? Let Savage Beafis lodge in a Country Den, roufhould fee Towns, and Manners know, and Mem And tafle the gen'rous Lux'ury of the Court, Where all the Mice of ^ality refort ; niiere thoufand beauteous Shees about you mrve. And by high Fare are pliant made to Love. We all e'er long mufl render up our Breath, No Cave or Hole can fljelter us from Death. Since Life is fo uncertain, and fo fhort. Let's fpend it all in Teajiing, and in Sport. Come, worthy Sir, come with me, and partake All the great things that Mortals happy make. Alas, what Virtue bath fuffident Arms Toppefe bright Honour, and foft Pleafure's Charms i What Wifdom can their Magick Force repel? It draws this rev'rend Hermit from his Cell, It was the time, when witty Poets tell. That Phoebus into Thetis Bofom fell ; She bluOi'd at firft, and then put out the Ltghf, And drew the modefl Curtains of the Night. Pkinlj, HORACE, i6y Vlainly, the troth to telly the Sun wns fet. When to the Toxen our veearfd Travellers get. To a, Lord's Houfe, as Lordly as cm be. Made for the Ufe of Pride and Luxury, They come j the gentle Courtier at the Door Stops, and will hardly enter in before. But 'tis, Sir, your Command, and being fo, I'mfworn f' Obedience ; and fi in they go. Behind a Hanging in a fpacious Room, (The richefl Worki of MortclakeV noble Loom) They wait a while they weary' d Limbs to refi, 'Till Silence jliould invite them to their Feaji. About the Hour that Cynthia's Silver Light, Had touch'd the pale Meridies of the Night 5 ^t lafi the various Supper being done, fit happen'd that the Company was gone ^nto a Room remote, Servants and all. To pleafe their noble Tmcies with a Ball. Our hofl leads forth his Stranger, and does find Ml fitted to the Bounties of his Mind. Still on the Table half-fill'd DifJjes flood, And with delicious Bits the Floor wasftrow'd. The courteous Moufe prefents him with the iefl» And both with fat Varieties are bleft : Th' indujlrious Peafant ev'ry where does range, And thanks the Gods for his Life's happy Change. Lo, in the Midji of a well fraighted Pie They both at lafi, glutted and wanton, lye: Uhen fee the fad P^everfe of profp'rous Fate, And what fierce Storms on mortal Glories wait. With hideous Noife down the rude Servants come. Six Dogs before rnn barking int9 th' Room j Th$ I6S HORACE, The wretched Gluttons fl^ with wiU ylffright, And hate the Fulnefs which retards their Flight. Our trembling Pea/ant mj%es now in vain, That Rocks and Mountains cover'd him again. O h Who builds in Cities yet the Fields approve., And hedges in with Pillars awkward Groves- Strives for the Country View that fartheft runs. And tweers aloof at Beauties which he Ihurs In driving Nature out our Force is vain Still rhe recoiling Goddefs comes again/ And creeps in filent Triumph, to deride The weak Attempts of Luxury and Pride. An Ignorant and Uncomparing Fop Is cheated lefs in any Mercer's Shop, Than he who cannot with a Wary Eye Diftinguifh Happinefs from Vmity ^hoproffrous Chmce too eagerly embrace, i-eel Double Pangs in her Averted Face You once ^nuft leave what you fo much admire, Ah, wilely now, and willingly retire ' Forfake the ga'^dy Tinfd of the Great- The peaceful Cottage beckons a Retreat- Where true Content fo true a Greatnefs 'brin.., As n,ghts their Fav'rites. and as pities Kings! Th Stag and Horfe i„ Common Pafiure fS, riljarrsenfu'd, and Heels opposM to Head, But Horns are Lucky things, and Palfry fled: Foam,ng for Spke (and Paffion is a Wif) He fought for Man. and kindly took the Bi- ^ * But ijz HORACE. But when he fully had revcng'd the Caufe, The Spurs ftill gajl'd his Sides, the Curb his Jaws, Juft fo the Man who had his Freedom foJd (The Nobler Riches) for infulting Gold; His Back beneath a jaunting Rider lays, Hackney'd and fpurr'd thro' all his flavifli Days. Whofe Fortune is not fitted to his Will, Too great cr little, he's uneafy ftill. Our Shoes and Fortune furely are ally'd, We limp in Strait, and ftumble in the Wide. Then wifely take what Chance and Fate afford; Nor wifh for more; I know thou wilt not hoards And when I labour for the fordid Gains, Or heap the Trafli; upbraid me for my Pains: It fcrvcs, or rules, where- ever Gold you find; But ftill the Varlet is a Slave by Kind. Receive this from thy Friend . Who laughs in Kmt, from Care and Bus'ncfs fre '0^ = ii/.-rJ, T a Trifles in the Hearr Did wuh the Horfe in comm«„ n /i ' And when they fouphr tSFf IH T' '"'"' 'Till thean^bitfous t:^^!^^^^^^, --» And too. the Bn-oie, and the? cl"?^ ,^- BraveJy alone, as Lord of aiJ the PJain ^ But never after could the Rider get ' From offhis Back, or from his Mouth the Bit So they who Poverty too much do fear ' T. vo.d that Wei,ht. Greater Burden b;ar. Tnat they n^.gbt Pow,V above rheir p ? u Toc.eiMaaersthe,t^,en:f:l:tS^^^ For Gold their L,berty exchanged we fee That faireft Flow'r which crowns^am v And all this Mifchief does upo:r.";;^^^^^^^^ Only becrafe they know not how aright That Great, but fecrct Happinefs to prize That's laid up, in a little, for the Wife ' That is the bcft and eafieft Eftate Which to a Man fits dofe, but not too ftrait; 'Tis HORACE. 175 *Tis like a Shoe, it pinches, and it burns, Too narrow, and too large, it overturns. My deareft Friend, ftop thy Defires at laft, And cheerfully enjoy the Wealth thou kaftj And if me flill feeking for more you fee, Chide and reproach, defpife and lau^h at me. Money was made, not to command our Will, But all our Lawful Pieafures to fulfil. I, Shame and Wo to us, if we our Wealrh obey: The Horfe dorh with the Horfeman run away. Precepts of FrierJjlnp and Converfation. EPISTLE XVIII. si bene tt novi, metues, Uberrime Lolli, Scurmntis Specitm pr^ben profejffis Amicus, ^e. WHere LoUius does a gen'rous Friendfhip own, 1 If well Experience has his Temper fhewn, i He dares not play the bantVing pert Buffoon. No Matron's chafte Careflcs differ more From fulfom Lewdnefs of a Suburb-Whore, Than the falfe Kindnefs Men of Plot pretend. From the true genuine Freedoms of a Friend. In fome a diff'rcnt worfe Extreme we fee, A Ruftick, Rude, Ill-natur'd Gravity, That ftalks along, commended to your Senfe, With Teeth all furr'd thro' nafty Negligence, I 4 And '^ HORACE Strait is f„ r„ r ^" '"= «■«. His wealrhy p„,„„ . fr."""" "^ ™rt Care. As Schooi.b„„ 'h't' ■ :!''"" """ ="i When, Claur 4 cLu? r ''Z^""""' '"'^ When vLm LttTo ,Ct ' ° " "■"■' ''"' ■' There a four HtrT IIT^. ' "^ "'"' Art, Con.endsforTnL !„^^^'^«"'•=• H'.Se„^ei™po«;f;Xdt;':a:■tp;^' Commands A fTenr an i ^™^^'<^*f Pnde, '^nd what's ,heO^'ealTu"°''= ^'"^'''• Which better foS,t rLd": "; ■''""" P'^'''' = Of Roads. Or whnl^^ """'"'' ^" Trade. Or Whoii fi° ct '^ °'" "^ Chores undone. Who from pure p" 1''":.';" ^«"'= <'«-™n. Who fron, a M rfr. 1 2,™ ff™"^ °"' Be never with rh,r ^ ^ """ "^ """e? Ofracl='''. nor betraj'd b, wine Delights HORACE. 177 Delights to which your private Fancy bends Eftcem, with due Submiffion to your Friends-, Nor, when they call to hunt, the Sport refufe, For dull Retirement, and a Cynick Mufe. This Zethus and Am^^ion's Friend fhip {hook, *TiIl the foft Student rofe and clos'd his Book, Aflum'd the Nets, and laid his Harp afide, And with his Brother's ruftick Soul comply'd. Be eafie, free, and cheerful in your Mien, A modeft Silence will be counted Spleen ; Yet cautious what you fpeak ; and ufe your Care, Well to diftinguiOi a retentive E^r. Avoid th'Inquifitive; be this your Rule, A prying Coxcomb makes a tatling Fool. Commend not, 'ciil the Man is throughly known 5 A Rafcal prais'd, you make his Faults your own. Confcious of Guilt, attempt not to defend. Referve that Favour for an injur'd Friend, Whom Ma ice or Miftake unjuftly blame; You are the proper Guardian of his Fame; And this good Office may a grateful Mind, In times to come, reward you ior in kind. Since Scandal and 111 Nature take their rounds. And FaKhood triumphs in Uncertain Bounds; Friend fhips with Men of Wealth and State and Pow'f, Can none but Unexperienc'd Minds allure: Thofe who the Favours of the Great have try'd. Dread their inconftaot Smiles, and hate their Pride Beware, my Lollm, left the flatt'ring Gale, That fooths your Paffage now, (hould quit your Sail: Left advcrfe Winds (liould rifc; diftarbthe Main, And drive the VeflVl to her Port again. ^ If EPISTLE 178 HORACE. EPISTLE XVIIL By Uv. P L r. If) the Second Part of Mifcellar.y Toems, Page 132; T^E3r Friend, for furely I may call him fo, •^'^ Who doth fo well the Laws of Friendlhip know » I'm fure you mean the Kindnefs you profcfs. And to be lov'd by you's a Happinefsj Not like him, who with Eloquence and Pains, The fpecious Title of a Friend obtains;. And the next Day, to pleafe fome Man of Senfci- Breaks Jefts at his deluded Friend's Expence- As Jilts, who by a quick compendious way, To gain new Lovers, do the old betray. There is another failing of the Mind, Equal to this, of a quite diff'rent kindj I mean that rude uncultivated Skill Which fome have got of ufing all Men ilJj Out of a iealous and unhewn Pretence Or Freedom and a virtuous Innocence. Who caufe they cannot fawn, betray, nor cheat. Think Dhcy may pufh and juftle all they mttt; And blame whate'er they fee, complain and brawl, And fhink their Virtues make amends for all. They neixher comb their Head, nor wafh their Face,. ISut fhink their virtuous Naftinefs a Gracej When as true Virtue in a Medium lies, And that to turn to either hand's a Vice. Others^ HORACE. 179 Others there are, who too obfequious grown. Live more for others pleafure than their ownj Applauding whatfoe'er they hear or fee, By a too Naufeous Civility i And if a Man of Tiric or Eftatc, Doth fome flrange Story , true or falfe, relate, Obfequioufly they'll cringe, and vouch it all, Repeat his Words, and catch them as they fall: As School-boys follow what the-ir Matters fay, Or like an Ador prompted m a Play. Some Men there are fo full of their own Senfe, They take the leaft Difpute for an Offence: And if fome wifer Friend their Heat reftrains. And fays the Subjcft is not worth the Pains;. Strait they reply, [f^at I have fml is true. And I'll defend it againft him an J )ou; And if hejlill dares Jay 'th not, til dye. Rather than not maintain he fays a Lie. Now, would jou ke from whence thefe Heats arif«. And where th' important Contradidion lies? 'Tis but to know if, when a Client's preft, ^ or '^^ pleads bis Caufe the bctl : Or if to mndfor he moft Minutes gains, Who goes by Coiebrook, or who goes by Stains-, Who fpends his Weslrh at Pieafure, and at Play, And yet affcds to be well cloath'd and. gay i And comes to want, and yet dreads nothing more Than to be thought neceflitous and pcor : Him his rich Kinfman is afraid to fee. Shuns like a Burthen to the Family^ And rails at Vices which have made him poor* . Tito' he h:\mk\i perhaps hath many raoic-3 iS^ HORACE Or tells him wifely, Co..fin h.ve a Cafe Tour Fleafures Coufin, mufl be mlderate ^^-^pouth,nktohuffandUn.el.keme\ "^^^^'/nym.Uhfu^^.rts my Vanity.. Muftcut th.„ Co.t according to their Stuf, Therefore forbear t'affea Equality, ^ ^'f^yo--ef.chafooliJJ.Fne.dasn>e. ~ WQD, tho below h,m, he belieVd his Foes- Sent them Fme deaths, and a new Lufpaae- For then the foolifh Sparks courageoSgrow; Set.pforro3ringBulilesofthe'fownf '• ^uftgotoPiay,andintheBoxesi1t; Then to a Whore, and live like Men of Wit - Tdl at the M their Coach ^dHorfes fp^n ' Th 7 n,„ft ,,,„ p^^,^^^^^ ^^ > Ar^ buy their Pleafures at a cheaper RLr' ^nd 'm:dft their d.ty Miarefll. a«d W ve's Lead cut the reft of their m^ftakenLh^r Never be too :«quifitive to find The hidden Secrets of another^s Mind 3 For when jouVe torn one Secret f>om hi5 Breaft Jou run the rifque of Jofing all the reft- '^' ^''''' ^^^"^^^^^ '^^ truf} ycu with hi, Heart Let ' HO RACE. i8i Let not your Drinking, Anger, Pride or Lufl, Ever invite you to betray the Truft. T^irfi, Never praife your own Defigns, and then Ne'er klfen the Defigns of other Menj Nor when a Friend invites you any where. To fet a Partridge, or to chafe a Hare; Beg he'd excufe you for this once, and fay You muft go home, and ftudy all the Day, So 'cwas that once Amphion jealous growrt, That Zethm lov'd no Pleafures but his own, Was forc'd to give his Brother's Friendfliip o'er. Or to refolve to touch his Lyre no more; He chofe the fafeft and the wifeft way, And to oblige his Brother left his Play. Do you the fame, and for the felf-fame end. Obey your civil importuning Friend; And when he leads his Dogs into the Plain, Quit your untimely Labours of the Brain, And leave your ferious Studies, that you may Sup with an equal Pleafure on the Prey. Hunting's an old and honourable Sport, Lov'd in the Country, and elleem'd at Court j Healthful to th'Body, pleafing to the Eye, And pradlis'd by our old Nobility. Who fee you love the Pleafures they admire/ Will equally approve what you defire ; Such Condefcention will more Friendfhip gain Than the bcft Rules which your wife Books contain. Talk not of others Lives, or have a care Of whom you talk, to whom, and what, and wher«^. ||' For you don't only wound the Man you blame.; But all Mankind, who will exped the fame. Shun i»i HORACE. Shun all Inquifidve and Curioas Men^, For what they hear they will relate again.' And he who hath Impatient Graying Ears, Hath a Loofe Tongue to utter all he hears; And Words like th* moving Air, of which they're fram'd. When once let loofe can never be reclaim'd, Where you're Accefs to a Rich Pow'rful Man, Gorern your Mind with all the Care yoa canj And be not by your foolifli Lull befray'd To Court his Coufin, or debaucb his Maidj Left with a little Portion, and the Pride Of beiag to the Family ajly'd ; He gives you either j with which Bounty bleft. You muft quit all Prctenfions to the reft; Or left incens'd at your Attempt, and griev'd You fliould abufe the Kindncfs you receiv'di He coldly thwarts your impotent Defire, Till you at laft chufe rather to retire, Than tempt his Anger any more, and £n Lofe a great Patron, and a Miftrefs too. ^ext. Have a care what Men you recommend To th' Service or Efteem of your Rich Friend; Left for his Service or Efteem u«fif, They load you with the Faults which they commit*. But as the wifeft Men, with all their Skill, May be deceiv'd, and place their Friendnaip ill; So when you fee you've err'd, you muft refufe To defend thofe whom their own Crimes accufe. But if thro' Envy of malicious Men, They be accus'd, you muft protedl them then, And plead their Caufe your lelf ; for wkn you fee Him you commend attack'd with Infamy, Know. HORACE. li Know that 'tis you they hate, when him they Hamcj Him they have wounded, but at you they aim : And when your Neighbour's Houfc is fet on firCj You muft his Safety as your ewn confpirCo -Such hidden Fires, tho' in a Suburbs caft, Negledted, may confurac the Town at lafl:. They who don't know the Dangers which attend The giitt'ring Court of a Rich Pow'rful Friend; Love no Eftate fo much, and think they're blcft,. When they but make a Leg among the reft ; But they who've try'd it, and with prudent Care Do all its Honours and its Ills compare, Fear to engage, left, with their Time and Pains They lofe more Pleafurc than they hop'd to gain. See you, that while your VefTel's under fail. You make your beft advantage of the Gale;. Left the Wind changes, and fbme Stormy Rain Should throw you back to your firft Port again. You muft endeavour to difpofe your Mind To pleafeali Humours of a diff'rent kind; Whofc Tempers ferious, and their Humour fad. They think all Blithe and Merry Men are mad ; They who are merry, and of Humour free, Abhor a fad and ferious Gravity; They who are flow and heavy, can't admit The Friendfhip of a q.uick and ready Wit; The Slothful hate the Bufie Adivc Men, And are detefted by the fame again. They whofe free Humour prompts them to be gayj To drink all Night, to revel all the Day, Abhor the Man that can his C'jps refufe, Tbo', hii untimely Virtue to cxcufe. Hs iH HO RAC S. He f^'tirs mt one fuch merry drinking Feaft Would make him fick for a whole Week at leaft. Suffer no Cloud to dwell upon your Brow; The Modeft Men are thought obfcure and'low; And they who an affefted Silence keep, Are thought to be the rigid, four, and deep. Amongft all other things do not omit To fearch the Writings of great Men of Wit, And in the Converfation of the Wife : In what true Happinefs and Pleafure liesj "Which are the fafcfl Rules to live at eafe, And the beft way to make all Fortunes pleafe; Left thro' the craving Hopes of gaining more. And Fear of lofing what you gain'd before, Your poor unfatisfy'd mifguidcd Mind, To needy Wiflies and falfe Joys confin'd, Puts its free, boundlefs, feaiching Thoughts in Chains* And where it fought its Pleafurcs finds it Pains. If Virtuous Thoughts, and if a prudent Heart Be given by Nature, or obtain'd by Art ; What lefTens Cares, the Mind's uneafie Pain, And reconciles us to our felves again; Which doth the trueft Happinefs create, Unblemifh'd Honour or a great Eftate, Or a fafe private Quiet, which betrays It felf to Eafe, and cheats away the Days. When I am at - where my kind Fate Hath plac'd my little moderate Eftatej Where Nature's Care hath equally employ'd Its inward Treafures and its outward Pride; What Thoughts d'ye think thofc eafic Joys infpire? What do you think I covet or defirc? 'Tis HORACE. :8r »Tis that I may but undiflurb'd po^Tcfs ' The littl' I%ave, and if Heav'n pleafcs, lefsj That I to Nature and my felf may gtve The little Time that I have left to live; Some Books in which I fome Nev/ Thoughts may find^ To entertain, and to refrefh my Mind ; Some Horfes, which may help me to partake The lawful Pleafures which the Seafons make 5 An eafie Plenty, which at leafl; may fpare The Frugal Pains of a Domeftick Care; A Friend, if that a faithful Friend there be, Who can love fuch an idle Life and me; Then Heav'n give mc but Life and Health, I'll flui A grateful Soul and a contented Mind. HORACE. HORACE. Of the Art of Poetry. By the Earl 0/ R o S C o M M N. Wmtid tn the Third Tm of MifcelUny Toems, Page i» IJ'^^^K ^ ^" ^ Pii^ure {'P//g) you (liould fee l^r^^^'^ A bandfom Woman with a Fini'sTail, ®j I SI ^'^ ^ ^^"'s Head upon a Horfe's Neck, ^^^^#i Or Limbs of Beads of the moft diffrcnt l^P^^ Kinds, Cover'd with Feathers of all forts of Birds, Wou'd you net laugh, and think the Painter mad? Truft me that Book is as ridiculous, Whofe incoherent Style (iike Sick Mens Dreams) Varies all Shapes, and mixes all Extremes. Painters and Poets have been ftiU allow'd Their Pencils and their Fancies unconfin'd. This Privilege we freely give and takej But Nature, and the common Laws of Senfe, Torbid to reconcile Antipathies, Or HORACE. 187 Or make a Snake engender with a Dove, And hungry Tygers court the tender Lambs. Some that at firft have promis'd Mighty things, Applaud themfelves when a few Florid Lines Shine thro' th' infipid Dulnefs of the reft : Here they defcribe a Temple or a Wood, Or Streams that thro' delightful Meadows run, And there the Rainbow and the rapid Rhine; But they mifplace them a!J, and crowd them in. And are as much to feck in other things. As he that only can dcfign a Tree, Would be to draw a Shipwrack, or a Storm, When you begin with fo much Pomp and Shew, Why is the End fo little and fo low ? Be what you will, fo you be ftill the fame. Mod Poets fall into the grofTcft Faults, Deluded by a Seeming Excellence. By Qriving to be fhorr, they grow obfcare, And when they would write fmoothly, they wantStrengtbr Their Spirits fink ; while others, that affeft A Lofty Style, fv^ell to a Tympany j Some tim'^ous Wretches ftart at ev'ry Blaft, And fearing Tempcfl?, dare not leave the Shorej Others in love with wild Variety, Draw Boars in Waves, and Dolphins in a Wood, Thus Fear of erring, join'd with Want of Skill, Is the moft certain Way ef erring ftill. The Meaneft Wcrkman in x.\i JEmilim Square, May grave the Nails, or imitate the Hair; But cannot finifh what he hath begun. What is there more ridiculous than he.' For one or two Good Features in a Face, Where aU the reft arc fcandaloufly ill, Maks ?88 HORACE. Make it but more remarkably deform'd. Let Poets march their Subjeft to their Strengrh, And often try what Weight they can fupporc. And what thtir Shoulders are too weak to bear; After a ferious and judicious Choice, Method and Eloquence will never fail. As well the Force as Ornament of Verfc, Confifls in chuiing a fit Time for things, And knowing when a Mufe Ihould be indulg'd In her full Flight, and when fhe fnould be curb'd. Words muft be chofen, and be plac'd with Skill. You gain your Point, if your induftrious Art Can make Unufual Words eafy and plain; But (if you write of things abftrufe or new; Some of your own inventing may be ui'd fSo it be fcldom and difcreetly done ) But he that hopes to have New Words aJlow'd, Muft fo derive them from the Grecian Spring, ^i they may feem to flow without Conftraiar. Can an impartial Reader difcommend In V<^rus, or in Virgil, what he likes In flctutus or dcilius ? Why fhould I Be envy'd for the little^ I invent, V/hen Lmiui and Cm\ copious Style Have fo enrich'd, and io adorn'd our Tongue? Men ever had, and ever will have Leave To coin new Words well fuited to the Age. "Words are like Leaves, fome wither ev'ry Year, And ev'ry Year a younger Race fucceeds. Death is a Tribute all things owe to Fate : The Lucrine Mole {CAfar'i ftupendious Work) Protefts our Navies from the raging North; And (fince Cethegm drain'd the Vmm Uke)^ Wfi HORACE. 189 We plow and reap where former Ages row'd. See how the Tyber, whofe licentious Waves So often over-flow'd the Neighb'ring Fields, Now runs a fmooth and inoffenfive courfe, Confin'd by our great Emperor's Command: Yet this,, and they, and all, will be forgot. Why then fhould Words challenge Eternity, When greateft Men and greateft Ailions dye? Ufe may revive the obfoleteft Words, And banifh thofc that now are moft in vogue: Ufe is the Judgf , the Law, and Ru'e of Speech. Homer firft taught the World, in Efick Vcrfe, To write of great Commanders and of Kings 5 Elegies were at firft defign'd for Grief, Tho' now we ufe them to exprefs our Joy; But to whofc Mufe we owe that fort of Verfe, Is undecided by the Men of Skill. Rage with lambicksarm'd Archilocus-, Numbers for Dialogue and Aftion fir, And Favourites of the Dramatick Mufe: Fierce, loffy, rapid, whofe commanding Sound Awes the tumuku®us Noifes of the Pit, And whofe peculiar Province is the Stage. Gcds, Heroes, Conquerors, Olympick Crowns, Love's pleufing Cares, and the free Joys of Wine, Are proper Sabjefts for a Lyrick Song. Why is he honoDr'd with a Poet's Name, Who neither knows, nor would obferve a Rule 5 And chulcs to be ignorant and proud, Rather than own his Ignorance and learn. Ltt ev'iy thine have its due Place and Time, A Coinick Subjtft loves an Humble Verfe: , Th)e/lei fcorjis a Low and Conaick Style: Yet ipo HORACE. Yet Comedy fometimes may raife her Voice And Chremes be allowed to foam and raiJ • Tragedians too lay by their State to grieve- Pf/m and re/f;^«, cxil'd and poor Forget their Swelling and Gigantick Words. He that would have Spedators ihare his Grief, " Muft write not only well but movingly And raife Men's Paffions to what height he will. We weep and laugh, as we fee others do • He only makes me fad, who (hews the way. And firft IS fad himfelf : Then {TAethus) I feel the Weight of your Calamities, And fancy all your Miferies my own-' But if you ad them ill. I aeep. or laugh. Your Looks muft alter, as your Subjeft does, From kmd to fierce, from wanton to fevere- For Nature forms, and foftens us within, ' And wntes our Fortune's Changes in our Face: Pleafure enchants, impetuous Rage tranfportc ~ And Gnef dejeas. and wrings the tortur^ Soul- And thefe are all interpreted by Speech ' But he whofe Words and Fortunes difapree Abfurd, unpity'd, grows a pubHck feft ' Obferve the Charaders of thofe that fpeak Whether an Honeft Servant, or a Cheat Or one whofe Blood boils i„ his youthful Veins - Or a grave Matron, or a bufie Nurfe ' Evtorting Merchants, careful Husbandmen fgrves,or Thebans, ^fians, or Greeks. ' Follow Report, or feign coherent things, Defcnbe ^chdies, as Achilles was, ' Impatient, rafli, inexorable, proud Scorning all Judges, and all Law. but Arms- Metiea HORACE. ipi Miden muft be all Revenge and Blood, Ino all Tears, Ixion all Deceit} lo muft wander, and Orefies mourn. If your bold Mufe dare tread Unbeaten Paths, And bring New Charafters upon the Stage, Be fure you keep them up to their firft height. New Subjedls are not eafily explain'd. And you had better chufe a Well-known Theme, Than truft to an Invention of your ownj For what originally others writ, May be fo well difguis'd, and fo improv'd. That with fome Juftice it may pafs for yours: But then you muft not copy Trivial things. Nor word for word too faithfully tranflate, Nor (as fome fervile Imitators do) Prefcribe at firft fuch ftrift uneafy Rules, As they muft ever flaviflily obferve. Or all the Laws of Decency renounce; Begin not as th'Old Poetafter did (Troy's famens IVar, and Ptizm'i F^te I fmg) In what will all this Oftentation end? The lab'ring MountaiR fcarce brings forth a Moufe. How far is this from the Mxonian Style, Mufe, /peak the Man, vehi) j.r.ce the Siege of Troy, So many Toxpns, fuch Change of Manners fnw ? One with a Flafh begins, and ends in Saaoke, The other out of Smoke brings glorious Lightj And (without raifing Expedation high) Surprises us with darling Miracles. The bloody Leflrygon's inhumane Feafts, With all the Monfters of the Land and Sea; How Scylla bark'd, and PolyfhemHt roar'd : He doth not trout^e us with Leda's, Eggs, When %92. HORACE. When he begins to write the Trojm Wati Nor writing the Return of Diomed, Go back as far as Meleager's Death. Nothing is idle, each judicious Line Infenlibly acquaints us with the Plot ; He chufes only what he can improve, And Truth and Fidlion are fo aptly mix'd, That all feems uniform, and of a piece. Now hear what ev'ry Auditor expedls ; If you intend that he fhou'd flay to hear The Epilogue, and fee the Curtain fall ; Mind how our Tempers alter with our Years, And by thofe Rules form all your Charaders, One that has newly learn'd to fpeak and go, Loves Childifh Plays, is foon provok'd and pleas'd, And changes ev'ry Hour his wav'ring Mind. A Youth that firft cafls off his Tutor's Yoke, Loves Horfes, Hounds, and Sports, and Exercife, Prone to all Vice, impatient of Reproof, Proud, carclefs, fond, inconftanr, and profufe. Gain and Ambition rule our Riper Years, And make us Slaves to Intercft and Power. Old Men are only Walking Hofpitals, Where all Defeds and all Difeafes crowd. With reftlefs Pain, and more tormenting Fearj Lazy, morofe, full ©f Dehys and Hopes, Opprcft with Riches which they dare not ufe; Ill-natur'd Cenfors of the prefent Age, And fond of all the Follies of the paft. Thus all the Treafures of our flowing Years, Our Ebb of Life for ever takes away. Boys muft not have th'ambitious Care of Men, Nor Men the weak Anxieties of Age. Some HORACE. 1P5 Some things are aded, others only told ; But what we hear moves kfs than whit we fee; Spectators only have their Eyes to truft, But Auditors muft truft their Ears and you: Yet there are things improper for a Scene, Which Men of Judgment only will relate: Meden muft not draw her murth'ring Knife, And fpill her Childrens Blood upon the Stage ; Nor Atreus there his Horrid Feaft prepare : Cadmui' and Progne's Metamorphojis (She to a Swallow turn'd, he to a Snake) And whatfoever contradidls my Senfe, I hate to fee, and never can believe. Five Afts are the juft Meafure of a Play. Never prefume to make a God appear, But for a Bus'nefs worthy of a God, And in one Scene no more than Three (hould fpcak: A Chorus Oiould fupply what Aftion wants. And hath a Generous and Manly Part; Bridles wild Rage, loves rigid Honefty, And ftria Obfervance of impartial Laws, Sobriety, Security, and Peace, And begs the Gods to turn blind Fortune's Wheel, To raife the Wretched, and pull down the Proud. But nothing muft: be fung between the Afts, But what fome way conduces to the Plot. Firft the fhrill Sound of a fmall rural Pipe (Not loud like Trumpets, nor adorn'd as now) Was Entertainment for the Infant Stage, And pleas'd the thin and balhful Audience Of our well-meaning frugal Anceftors. But whea our Walls and Limits were enlarg'd, - K And iP4 HORACE. And Men (grown wanton by Pro/perityj Study 'd New Arfs of Luxury and Eafc, The Verfe, the Mufick, and the Scenes tmprov'di For how fliould Ignorance be Judge of Wit, Or Men of Senfe appkuJ the Jefts of Fools ? Then came Rich Cloaths and Graceful Acftio!) in. Then Inftruments were taught more Moving Notes, And Eloquence, with ali her Pomp and Charm?, Foretold as Uleful and Sententious Truths, As thofe deliver'd by the Delphkk God. The firft Tragedians found that ferious Style Too grave for their uncultivated Age, And fo brought Wild and Naked Satyrs in, Whofe Motions, Words, and Shape, were all a Farce,' (As oft as Decency would give them leave) Becaufe the mad ungovernable Rout, Full of Confufion, and the Fumes of Wine, Lov'd fuch Variety and antick Tricks. Bat then ihey did not wrong (heml'elves fo much, To make a God, a Hero, or a King (Srripp'd of his gclden Crown, and purple Robe) Dtfcend to a Mechanick Dialeflj Nor (ro avoid fuch Meannely) foariftghigh, Wjth Empty Sound, arid Airy Notions fly; For Trrg;dy fl^.oDldliicfh as much to ftoop To the low miiniLk^FoIlxs bf a Farce, As a grave Matron would to dance with G'lxh. You muft not think that a Satyrick Style Allows of Scandalous and Brutifh 'Words, Or the confounding of ycur ChafaiH-ers. Bfgin with Trurh, theri give Invention fccpej And if yc!ur Sty;e be natural and fmooth, HORACE: \9f All Men will try, and hope to write as well. And (not without much Pains) be undeceiv'd. So much good Method and Connexion may Improve the common, and the plaincft things. A Satyr, that comes ftaring from the V/oods, Muft not at firft fpeak like an Orator; But tho' his Language (hould not be refin'd. It muft not be obfcene and impudent; The Better Sort abhor Scurrility, And often cenfures wh^t the Rabble likes. UnpoliOi'd Verfes pafs with many Men, And Rome is too indulgent in that Point. But then, to write at a loofe rambling rate, In hope the World will wink at all our FauItSj Is fuch a rafh, ill-grounded Confidence, As Men may pardon, but will never praife. Confider well the Greek Originals, Read them by Day, and think of them by Night.- But Flauttt-s was admir'd in former time, ^ With too much Patience (not to call it worfe) His harfli, unequal Verfe, was Mulick then. And Rudenels had the Privilege of Wit : When Theffts firft expos'd the Tragick Mufe, Rude were the Adors, and a Cart the Scene, Where ghaftly Faces, ftain'd with Lees of Wine, Frighted the Children, and amus'd the Crowd: This Mfchylus (with Indignation) faw. And built a Stage, found out a Decent Drefs, - Brought Viz,ards in (a Civiler Difguife) And taught Men how to fpeak, and how to a Qsj^ /^H ^ ^'U^^■t^ -FF???