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A44478	The poems of Horace consisting of odes, satyres, and epistles / rendred in English verse by several persons.; Works. English. 1671	Horace.; Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.; T. H. (Thomas Hawkins), Sir, d. 1640.; Dunstall, John, fl. 1644-1675.; Loggan, David, 1635-1700?	1666 (1666)	Wing H2781; ESTC R43263	170,972	418

Imprimatur Roger L'Estrange Septemb. 10. 1665. CARMINA DESVNT The Poems of Horace Translated into English By several Persons THE POEMS OF HORACE Consisting of Odes Satyres and Epistles Rendred in ENGLISH VERSE BY SEVERAL PERSONS HOR. SAT. 3. Lib. 1. Qui ne tuberibus propriis offendat amicum Postulat ignoscat verrucas illius He that desires his Wens should not offend His Friend must wink at th' pimples of his Friend LONDON Printed by E. Cotes for Henry Brome at the Gun in Ivy-lane M.DC.LXVI To his honored Friend and Patron Sir William Backhouse BARONET SIR I Here present or rather pay what I have often promised you and what you have a right to The Poems of HORACE in the English tongue To the Translation whereof my pleasant retirement and conveniencies at your delightsome Habitation have liberally contributed And now according to the Custome of my Predecessors having spoyled some paper with writing a bad Book I am to waste more in a worse Preface least I suffer under the imputation of being a heretick in Book-writing However I will be so kind to you and my self as to spare so much time and paper as might be employed in celebrating your Greatness Virtues and generous Inclinations towards me being Themes for a higher Pen than dare pretend to and only tell you how you came to be disturbed with these undertakings 'T was not because I understand this Author better than others do nor because I thought I did But the same temptation which induced our Grandame Eve to eat fruit prevaild with me to read Horace meerly because forbidden But the frequent Quotation of him by all sorts of ingenious men and the Hault-goust which the wit and truth of his excellent sayings gave made me languish till I had broken through all the difficulties which my imbecillity contended with and thrown my self on this audacious adventure In the prosecution whereof I never blushd to ask the advice or take the assistance of any person whom I thought able to contribute either And among the rest of that indefatigable and eminently learned person with whom by your indulgence and his own condiscension I had the honour and happiness to grow acquainted whom I found so skill'd in all the difficulties of this Poet that he was to me more then all the Voluminous Commentators Sir For my speedier dispatch and your advantage I made bold to take in all such parts of HORACE as have been Englished by the Lord Embassadour Fanshaw and what were omitted by him I supplyed with such as have been done by Sir Thomas Hawkins or Dr. Holiday or both for they are both the same and whether of the two is the Author remains to me undiscovered What were not touched by these I gathered out of Mr. Cowleys and other Printed Books and such as were not Translated by others my self and several friends of mine at my request have attempted De Arte Poetica being long since Englished by that great Master thereof B. Johnson I have borrowed to crown the rest So that you will easily finde that as this Book consists of several men endeavors so those several men went several wayes but all studied to shun a nice Pedantical Translation which Horace could not abide By reading all which you are certain of two Pleasures Liberty of censuring and variety of matter And I have this felicity that if any dislike what is done it will not be safe for them to traduce it publickly least they should reproach some of the Undertakers to their faces for we are considerable for number and quality consisting of many persons and those either Right Honourable Right Worshipfull Reverend or which is as good Well-beloved and if I for my part have herein played the Fool 't is in very good Company Such as it is I expose it to publick perusal with this becoming Confidence that the excellence of the Author will make amends for the imperfections of the Translators and having this in my prospect that HORACE may chance to find as good fortune as his dear friend VIRGIL had who being plundered of all his Ornaments by the old Traslatours was restored to others with double lustre by those Standard-bearers of Wit and Iudgment Denham and Waller To which end I humbly commend this rude Essay to those Persons whose Learning Wit and Leisure shall enable to do him such right as he serves And for a president I desire them to compare these lines of Phaer This end had Priams destinies all this chance him Fortune sent When he the fire in Troy had seen his Walls and Castles rent That sometimes over Peoples proud and Lands had raign'd with fame Of Asia Emperour great now short on shore he lies with shame His head besides his shoulders laid his corps no more of name with this done by Sir John Denham Thus fell the King who yet surviv'd the State With such a signal and peculiar fate Under so vast a ruine not a grave Nor in such flames a funeral fire to have He whom such Titles swelled such power made proud To whom the Scepters of all Asia bow'd On the cold earth lies this neglected King A headless Carcass and a uameless thing By which they may perceive how highly Translations may be improved And if any Gentlemen will be so industrious and kind as to amend or but to find out the faults in this Essay which may easily be done or furnish the Stationer with any better against the next Impression they will be so far from disobliging me that I invite them to it conceiving it a work by which they may gratifie and oblige Posterity And should rejoyce to see these rude and imperfect draughts like the Athenian ship so often and throughly amended that there shall not an old plank remain therein That so these Poems which were so acceptable to Augustus in their native dress might be so polish●d in our language that they may be look'd on by a more indulgent and greater Prince than he was Perhaps it may be expected that I should have embellished as they call it this Address with Witty Passages and Rhetorical flowers but indeed Sir they are grown quite out of fashion and I am heartily glad that thereby I am freed from a task which I was so unfit for And now Sir having tired you with this flat Narrative to make you amends I will make no Address to the Gentle Reader only I declare to him and all the World that I profess my self and am what your Goodness has made me Honored Mecaenas Your very much obliged Servant Alex. Brome THE LIFE OF HORACE QUintus Horatius Flaccus was born at Venusium formerly one of the best Cities in Italy now called Venoso of mean Parentage his Father was one whom the Romans called Libertinus viz. the Son of a Slave who had been made free and by Profession he was a Praeco or a Coactor whose Imployment was to gather in Debts for Usurers Of his Mother we find no mention onely ●tis

Mode in ones Office or Shop to stand Waiting for Customers and Clients all The morning to let out money to call On young men to be thrifty and to hear Old mens advice thus went about the year But now the worlds chang'd one humor runs Through ev'ry vein the Lawyers write Lamprons Merchants Burlesque the only Trade's for Bayes Your Gowty Statesman too vent'rous at Playes Ev'n I that have renownc'd all Poetrie Sick of the self-same Itch of writing lie For before day when one can't see to scrawl Do I scarce waked for Pen and Paper call He that was ne're at Sea wisely refuses To sail a Ship He likewise that ne're uses To practise Physick dares not to dispense Strong Purges nor what stupifies the Sense Smiths do make Locks and only Taylors clothes But they write Verse that never could write Prose Now le ts consider What good this humor works Why first of all no covetous Canker lurks Within a Poet nought can his soul intrude But how to fancy finely and t' allude When good are lost when servants run away When tax is pay'd when stoods the banks destroy He cares n't plots no trick to cheat his friend Or to devoure his Ward for to what end Should men do so who can eat Bread and Cheese Wear footed Stockings and be warm in freeze Poets in Peace considerable are Though they are useless in the times of warre Now if you 'll grant that small things may improve Greatest affairs we must our Poets love For first they teach our children how to speak Plain and distinct from telling lyes 'em break Chide 'em for calling Names Cursing and Oathes Make them say Prayers and keep clean their Clothes Poets write Story and by example teach They comforts to the sick and needy preach When Boys and Girls in Procession sing Anthems and Hymns that God would bless the King Send Rain or Harvest-weather save the fruit Stop Plagues and grant 'em any other suit I' st not the Poet that makes those heavenly charms And does more by 'em then by Martial Arms Old Husbandmen and Worthies such as could Be happy with a little heretofore would After their Corn was housed or Sheep were shorn With Wife and Barns and others who had born Part in those labors make an Holy-day Kill a fat Pig eat Cream drink Wine and Play Give Sacrifice and sing to th' heavenly Powers VVhat Poets compos'd at their inspir'd Howers Fescennine freedom by this means did grow Such whose each distich some course flouts did throw This freedom for a while past well enough Until at length it grew so tart and rough So dirty and down-right not sparing any Though ne're so worthy men At length when many Had been abus'd the few that had scap'd free Took care thence forward that no more should bee Making a paenal Law by which good men Grew safe from th' poyson of Satyrick Pen. Thus Rhymers were reduc'd for fear of drubbing When no Scab was quite to refrain from rubbing Greece being taken by the Romans took Its Conquerors from thence came Art and Book Into rude Italy thenceforth the Rhymes That were in use in the Saturnine Times Were obsolete and as we grew more rich In Things and Thoughts so was improv'd our Speech 'T was a great while before our minds we bent To read Greek Authors and learn what they meant Till being in Peace then when the Punick Warr Was well composed the Romans waded farr In Soph'cles Thespis and Aeschilus too Trying what they could in Translating do They did succeed their smart and lofty Wit The Tragick vein with grace enough did hit Com'dy tuey thought because its subject was Trivial and mean was easie But alas They did not dream how little pardon 's giv'n To the poor Comick How hard was Plautus driv'n The am'rous Young mans humor to make good And his Curmudgin Fathers understood And paint the plotting Pimp Porsennas Pen Describ'd with pains the flatt'ring Trencher-men How slightly are perform'd some other parts By those that nothing else lay to their hearts But to get Mony Let their Box to th'brim Be fill'd they care not if th' Play sink or swim Him that Vain-glory stirs to write a Play How doth Spectators negligence dismay As when they gaze and gape and give no heed But then What joy does good attention breed So slight and small a matter quells or raises Minds that too much affect the peoples praises Adieu all writing Playes if so be that I pine when hiss'd or when I 'm humm'd grow fat Bold and sound Poets sometimes are cast down Ev'n when the scoundrel Rabble of the Town Sailers and Butchers being quickly full And glutted with strong Sense call for the Bull Or in the middle of an Act the Bears Or Fencers set together by the Ears Though when the better sort and men of skill Grow weary too the Play 't is like was ill When men have sate a good while at the Play And in disgust shall flock apace away Then is brought forth a pinnion'd King and shown Wagons of captive Dames Corinth o'rethrown In Pastboard models Democritus would sneere At such poor tricks if he again were here He 'd laugh to see a spotted Dromedary Spectators eyes off from the Play to carry In marking them he would more pleasure find So pleasing 't is t' observe the peoples mind Moreover he considering what a din Noise and confusion all the Stage is in Might think the slighted Poet did rehearse Unto deaf Asses his elab'rate Verse For when the Actors first appear well clad In Persian Silk the People all like mad Hum and clap hands not for their ex'lent saying But for their Clothes and Purple gay arraying Now lest you think that I disparage what I cannot understand or rellish not I grant that such a Poet may climbe a Steeple Up by a small slack rope who can the people Anger appease make laugh or weep or fear Whisk 'em to Athens or Thebes or keep 'em here Who by meer Words can thus command mens fancy Is Master in Poetick Necromancy Such men encourage and withal those who Can the same thing without Drammaticks do For these you must provide if you desire To blow strong flames out of Poetick fire Or if you 'ld sharpen Wit and make collection Of pieces neerest to divine perfection We Po●ts wrong our selves and I offend As oft as others when we Books commend Into your hands when you perhaps are tired Or in the Bogs of some disaster mired Then when we vex that any though our friend Should but one Verse ev'n gently reprehend Or when we reading our own Verse repeat As Cud to be rechew'd what 's tastless meat When full of our own sense we do complain That no man throughly weighs our skill and pains And when we think that you Great Sir as soon As e're we write are bound to give a Boon That you should bid us write the Second Part And say Reward shall equal our

Smiths Bellows puffing breath so fast That he his Iron audients tires at last What luck that Scribling Rhimer Fannius met That our grave Senate undesir'd have set His silly Book and ugly statue too In Caesars Library Whilest I that do Both blush and tremble when I e'er appear In publick no rehearsing wit does care To read my Lines to th' undiscern●ng crue But here 's the reason for 't there are but few That love a Satyr well most are afraid Their Crimes may be like others open laid Pick any person out of all Mankind He is to pride or avarice inclin'd This with the lust for 's Neighbours wife runs mad That 's for th' unnatural use of some fair Lad This loves to gaze on 's money still and that Is ravisht with the splendour of his Plate This to get wealth by merchandizing goes Where the Sun sets from the place where it rose Runs through all dangers head-long and is tost From place to place as Whirlwinds blow the dust Fearing least he should loose his stock or not Increase that vast Estate which he had got All these hate Verses and Verse-makers fly That Beast the Poet comes ' ware-horns they cry To make the People laugh these Fellows use Not to regard what friends they do ab●se And whatsoe're they write they forthwith to The Politicians of the Conduit shew Or at the Bake-house that Old Women and The Rouging Boyes their jests may understand Much good may 't do them I on t'other side With the name Poet wo'nt be dignifi'd Out of their number whom the world does own For Poets I 'm excluded being none For to compose a Verse or write as we Do naturally speak's not Poetry That noble Title Poet those doth fit Who have good Stile high Fancy and quick wit And therefore some have askt whither what I Have written be Poem or Comedy Because no salt no flame nor spirit be Or in the words or sence which comes from me Which would be very Prose but onely I My words to feet and numbers use to tie But in a Comedy the Poet brings A Father raging in 'cause his Son clings T' a common prostitute and does refuse That wealthy match which the old man did chuse And being drunk walks in the open day With a Torch flaming in a scandalous way Pomponius Father if alive would thus Rebuke his Son for being leacherous 'T is not enough to make Verse smoothly run With fine cull'd words but if they are undone And made plain Prose would as unpleasant be As the sowre Father in the Comedy If from the Verses which I use to make And those which once Lucillus writ you take The feet and measure and do discompose The order of those words and make them Prose Placing those words before which stand behind And so invert their order you will find The quarters of a Poet still appear In every sentence scatter'd every where Not like this Verse When as the cruel jars Of wars had broke our iron posts and bars So much for that We 'l take a time to know Whither this Poetry be right or no Now I would onely ask whither to thee A Satyr can justly offensive be The bawling Lawyers and the formal Iudge When they in Gowns and with their Law-tools trudge Make Malefactors tremble while that he That 's innocent contemns their Pogeantry Though thou' rt a malefactor yer since I Am no Informer why do'st from me fly No Books of mine do prostituted lie On publick Stalls to tempt th' enquiring Eye Of Passengers soyl'd by the greasie Thumbs Of every prying nasty Cl●wn that comes I seldome do rehearse and when I do 'T is to my Friends and with relunctance too Not before every one nor every where We have too many that Rehearsers are In publick Baths and open Markets too In the Seild chambers where their voices do Double by repercussion they rehear'e In sipid notions tortur'd into Verse This pleases empty Fops who never mind True wit and sense so rhime and feet they find Thou sayest I love to jeer and study it To gratifie my own ill-natur'd wit Where didst thou pick up this Report or who Of my acquaintance e're reputes me so That person who back-bites his absent friend Or when another does will not defend His reputation he that aims to be The jester in all foolish company Ambitious of the Title of a Wit Ablab of 's tongue who what e're you commit Unto his trust discovers and betrayes And impudently lies in what he sayes This is a dirty fellow such a one Every true Roman is concern'd to shun I 've seen a dozen men together feast And one has rudely jeer'd at all the rest Except his Friend which entertain'd them all But being drunk at last on him did fall When Truth 's Mother had unlockt his Breast Reveal'd those thoughts that there did smother'd rest Thou who abhorr'st base Fellows wilt suppose This beast free civil and ingenious Whilest if I do discover and deride Some powdred Coxcombs vanity and pride Or else some nasty Sloven thou dost fall On me as envious or Satyrical If in thy presence any person does Report Petillus Sacriligious Thou as thy custome is wile him defend And say Petillus was thy antient Friend From Children you were conversant and he With Kindnesses was still oblieging thee The thought of him does much thy Spirit chear That he is well and thou enjoy'st him here But yet thou canst not but admire how he Himself could from that Iudgement so well free Such Friends are like the Scattle-fish whose skin Is white without but all black juice within This is the rust of Friendship and this vice If any promise in my power lies I freely promise thou shalt never find In all my writings no nor in my mind If I speak what is jocular and free You by the Law are bound to pardon me My honour'd Father now deceas'd did use Into my mind these Precepts to infuse Observe quoth he their end who vice pursue And thou by that all Vi●es wilt eschew When he did press me to good Husbandrie And thrifty frugal courses and to be Content with that Estate which he had got And did intend to leave me dost thou not Said he observe the wealthy Albius Son Into what want he is by wildness run See what a shabby Fellow 's Barrus grown Barrus the Ranting'st Gallant of the Town A good instruction for young Heirs that they Should not their Patrimony fool away And when from love of VVhores he would deter me He to Sectanus sad Fate would refer me That after marri'd Wives I should not stray But use my Pleasures in a Lawful way Quoth he upon thy name 't wil be a Brand If like Trebonius thou should'st be trappand Philosophy will with much reason shew What thou should'st shun and what thou should'st pursue If thou canst well observe those prudent wayes In which our Fathers walkt in former dayes And keep thy life and reputation

praise of the undiscerning Crew Content with learned Readers though but few Art thou so mad thy Poems to expose To Ballad-singers and to Puppet-shows Now I I vow I 'm like the bold wench that By all the people being baited at Since I quoth she am Minion to a Knight I all the inferiour rabble scorn and slight Shall such an Arse-worm as Pantilius Disturb may thoughts or when Demetrius does Behind my back traduce me or that Ass Fannius who once Tigellius Crony was Abuses me his envious rage to vent Shall I shall foolishly my self torment No let Maecenas and such men of wit As Virgil will but read what I have writ With many friends and learned persons more Whose names I do industriously pass ore Whom I desire to smile on what I write How ill soe'er But if they should delight Less then my expectation I should be Exceeding sorrowful But as for thee Demetrius thee Tigellius that be But Finding Rogues go fret your selves and pine 'Mongst your She-schollars at these lines of mine Sirrah make all the haste you can aud look That all I've said be added to my Book The end of the First Book of Satyrs SATYRES BOOK II. SATYRE I. By Sir R. F. He dilates upon the advice given him by Trebatius to write the actions of Augustus rather then Satyrs as things that are dangerous to meddle with and shews way he cannot obey him SOme think I am to sharp a Satyrist And that I stretch my work beyond the list Others what ere I write is neeless say And that like mine a thousand Lines a day May be spun What would'st thou advise me now Trebatius in this case Sit still As how Not to write Verse at all dost thou aver As thy Sense I doe Let me never stir If 't were not better But I cannot sleep For that swim Tyber nointed thrice or steep Thy brains at night in Wine If thou must needs Write dare to write unconquer'd Caesars deeds Great Rewards following Father that being it I 'de fain be at my will exceeds my wit Not every Pen can paint in horrid Field Thick Groves of Pikes Spears broke in French-men kill'd And a hurt Parthian dropping from his Horse His justice though thou maist and his mindes force As wise Lucilius those of Scipio I 'le not be wanting to my self if so Occasion serve The passage must be clear When Horace words pierce Caesars serious ear Whom stroaking if we think t' approach ' ware heels Is not that better then in Verse that reels To jeer this Gull that Prodigal when each Man thinks he 's meant tho quite from thy thoughts reach And hates thee for 't what should I do being hot i th' head and seeing double through the Pot Milonius frisks Castor on Horse-back fights The twin of the same Egg in Clubs delights As many thousand minds as men there be I Like Lucilius better then both we My words in Meeter love t' enclose and bind His way was in his Books to speak his mind As freely as his secrets he would tell To a tride friend and took it ill or well He held his Custome Hence it came to pass The old mans life is there as in a Glass His steps I follow whom you neither can Of Luca call nor an Appulian For the Venusian both their borders ploughs A Colony of Rome as old Fame shews The Sabells thence expell'd to stop that Gate And be an Out-work to the Roman State Yet I 'de not harm a Chicken with my will For shew and countenance bearing my Quill Like a Sword sheath'd which why should I draw not Set on by Rogues with Rust there may it rot O Iove Father and King and none bereave The peace I seek But if there do believe Me they will rew't when with my keen Stile stung Through the whole town they shall in pomp be sung Servius the penal Statutes anger'd threats Canidia to Witch them 'gainst whom she sets A mischief Turius to all those wage Law Where he 's a Judge That every one doth awe Them whom he fears with that where his strength is And that by Natures Law appears in this Wolves smite with teeth Buls with the horn this must Be taught them from within With Scaeva trust His long-liv'd Mother my head to a groat His pious hand shall never cut her throat Not his No more then an Oxe bite a Bear Kick thee but she shall die of poison There Now lies his skill Me whether in effect The quiet Harbour of old age exspect Or Death with sable wings hover about Rich Poor at Rome or by hard Fate thrust out Into exile in whatsoever way Of life I must write Verses that 's my play O Childe thy taper's near the end I doubt And that some great Mans brave will puff thee out Why When Lucilius durst begin this way Of writing Verses and the skins did flay In which the outward-fair disguis'd their shame Were Laelius and he that won a name From Carthage-raz'd offended with his wit Or did they winch Metallus being hit And Lupus stript and whipt in Verse yet he Spouted his Ink on men of each degree None spar'd but Vertue and her friends Nay when Retir'd were from the Stage and croud of men Scipio's exalted vertue and the mild Wisdom of Laelius Till the Broth was boild They both would play and toil with him ungirt Though I in wit and in condition short Am of Lucilius Envy shall confess Against her will I 've liv'd nevertheless Amongst great men and thinking to have stuff Here for her rotten teeth find I am tough If learn'd Trebatius take me at my rate Nay truly I can find nothing to bate Onely I warn thee least through ignorance Of setled Laws thou come to some mischance If any write base Verses against other It bears a suit If base I grant but Father If any write good verse that man 's prais'd Caesar the Judge If I the street have rais'd By ba●●ing at a Thief my self being none The 〈◊〉 with laughter cracks I freed go home SATYRE II. By A. B. The benefits of Temperance and Frugality HOw great a vertue 't is and how it tends To the good of humane life my worthy friends To live abstemiously is not to be Learn'd at great Feasts made up of luxury Amongst your polish'd Tables spread in State Loaden with Dishes of stupendious Plate Whose various splend our does amaze the Eye And make the puzled appetite pass by What 's good and choose the worse but when you be Fasting then come sift out this truth with me This is not my Sense onely but Offellus That Country wit this truth did long since tell us A prudent man yet walkt not by a rule Nor learn'd the formal Precepts of the School You 'l ask why fasting give me leave I 'le tell you You can no more with a full gorged belly Know vice from vertue then a Judge that is Corrupt discern 'twixt truth and falsities Suppose you