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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

the Tide build raze change square to round Thou think'st me mad in fashion and laugh'st not Nor that I need to have a Doctor got And to be plac't in Bedlam by the Mayre Though th' rt my Patron and consum'd with care At the least fingers asking of thy friend That honours thee and doth on thee depend In sum a wise man's onely less then Jove Rich free fair noble last a King above The common rate of Kings But chiefly sound That is to say Unless his spleen abound EPISTLE II. By Sir R. F. To LOLLIO He sayes Homer in his Poems teaches fuller and better what is honest then some Philosophers bringing arguments to prove the same That in the Iliad what are the incentives of war to foolish Kings and Nations is described and in the Odyssee by Ulysses example what vertue and wisdome can do is shown Then exhorts to the study of wisdome as that which will heal the diseases of the mind which he reckons up But teaches withal that men must from their tender age accustome themselves to such like precepts WHil'st thou Great Lollio in Rome do'st plead I in Praeneste have all HOMER read Who what 's our good what not what brave what base Fuller then Crantor and Chrysippus sayes Why I think thus unless thou' rt busie hear The Lines that tell how Greeks and Trojans were Involv'd in a long War for Paris love Rash Kings and Nations foolishly reprove Antenors counsel was to send the Cause Of the War back PARIS sayes No What Laws Compel Kings to be safe NESTOR to peece The difference runs betwixt the King of Greece And Tethy's son One boyling with Love's flame With anger both The PRINCES They 're too blame And the poor PEOPLE smart for 't Mischief Strife Fraud rage and lust in Town and Leaguer rife Again what vertue and what wisdome can He shews us in th' example of the Man Of Ithaca who Troy in ashes laid The Towns and Manners prudently survay'd Of many Lands and through the Ocean vast Returning home with his Companions past Many sharp Brunts not to be sunk with stromes Of adverse Chance Thou know'st the Sirens charms And Circe's Cups which had he greedily And fondly tasted with his Fellows he Had serv'd a Whorish Dame and liv'd a Dog On his on vomit or mire-wallowing Hog The Suitors of Penelope were meer Puppets made onely to devour good Cheer Raskals who minded nothing but their skin And that perfum'd and sleek to sleep therein Till it was Noon then thought it brave to wake With the same Lutes with which they rest did take Do Thieves sit up all night to kill and steal And cannot we rise to intend our Weal But if in health thou wilt not stir about Hereafter thou shalt run though with the Gout To a Physitian and unless thou knock For Candle and a Book with the first Cock Unless to studies and to honest things Thou bend thy mind with Love's or Envy's stings Thou 'lt lie awake tormented If a Fly Get in thy Eye 't is puld out instantly But if thy Mindes Ey 's hurt day after day Cure's deferr'd Set forth thou' rt half thy way Dare to be wise Begin He that to rule And square his life prolongs is like the Fool Who staid to have the River first pass by Which rowles and rowles to all Eternity Money is sought and a rich wife for brood And a sharp Culter tames the savage Wood. Let him that has enough desire no more Not House and Land nor Gold and Silver Oare The Body's sickness or the Mind 's dispel To rellish wealth the palat must be well Who fears or covets House to him and Ground Are Pictures to blind men Incentives bound About a gou●y Limb Musick t'an ear Dam'd up with ●ilth A vessel not sincere Sowres whatsoe're you put into 't Abstain From pleasures Pleasure hurts that 's bought with pain The Cov'tous alwayes want your pray'rs design To some fixt mark The envious man doth pine To see another ●at Envy 's a Rack Worse no Sicilian Tyrant ere did make Who cannot temper wrath will wish undone What in his haste he may have done to one To whom he possibly would be most kind Anger i● a short madness Rule thy mind Which reigns if it obeys not 〈…〉 With chaines restrain it with an Iron bit The Quiry moulds the Horses tender mouth T' his Riders will The Beagle from his Youth Is train'd up to the woods being taught to ball A Whelp at the Bucks heads nail'd in the Hall Now Boy in the white paper of thy breast Write VERTUE Now suck precepts from the best A pot well season'd holds the Primitive taste A long time after If thou make no haste Or spur to over-run me I am One For none will stay and will contend with none The same by Dr. W. WHile you at Rome my honour'd Lollius plead I Homer at Praeneste once more read Aquinas ne're so well nor Lumbard taught So fully yet what 's fair or fit or naught My reason 's this if y'have no busie hours The story that relates Paris amours And Greece spent with the tedious Trojan Leager Shews us how silly Princes are how eager The giddy Rout. That should be mov'd which seems The cause o' th' war Antenor wisely deems But Paris to enjoy his stoln delight Thinks scorn to yield Nestor to set things right 'Twixt Agamemnon and Achilles strives While Love the One and both their passion drives The Officers are mad and still the smart Lights on the Commons still they have the art What with their mutines their plots their sin To loose as much without as those within But then what vertue and good conduct can Perform you 'l see Vlysses is the man Troy wisely gain'd he many Cities next Views and their various Lawes is oft perplext In hazards stormes himself and his he saves Not to be drown'd in Fortunes roughest waves The Sirens charmes you know and Circe's bowl Which had he quast with 's Drunken-train his soul H 'had lost a bruitish servant to the where A Cur●●'had ●●'had been or miry Bore We are that rout methinks those Idle Knaves Made to be cramm'd Penelope's lewd braves Rising at Noon to wash and powder hair And then with noise of Fidlers lull our care Will you not wake Fellons are onely stirring For mischief for your safety you 're demuring You 'l easier now then with a Dropsie run Call for a Book and Light before the Sun Your early thoughts in Vertue unemploy'd Will be with Love or fretting Envy cloy'd You 'l move an Eye-soar streight and is it sence To let the Mind be cur'd a Twelve-moneth hence Begin 't is half the work assume the power To live expect not for a fairer hower So stayes the Clown till th' hasty Brook be dri'd But th' everlasting streams still still do glide We gripe for money still marry for Goods Such Wives are fruitful grub and fill our woods VVho hath enough why should

Hydaspes traces For careless through the Sabin grove Whilest chaunting Lalage I rove Not well observing limits due A wolf from me unarmed flew A monster such as all exceeds Which in huge words fierce Daunia feeds Or those that Iuba's kingdome hath The Desart-nurse of lions wrath Place me in coldest Champanies where No Summer warmth the trees do cheer Let me in that dull Climate rest Which clouds and sullen Iove infest Yea place me underneath the Carre Of too near Phoebus feared farre From dwellings Lalage I le love Whose smiles whose words so sweetly move A Paraphrase on the same Ode By S. W. To FUSCUS ARISTIUS THe just man needs nor Sword nor Bow Those armes his fear not safety show Who better has for his defence Strong guards of innocence For if along rough shoars he coast Tempests and Seas on him are lost Or if he Caucasus pass by Tygers their rage deny A wolf that croft me in my grove As I walkt musing on my love Beyond my bounds and no armes had Was of my love afraid Away he fled though Dauma yields No greater monster in her fields Though Africa which Lions breeds None half so cruel feeds Put me where never Summer breeze Kist the dull earth or lifeless trees In that skirt of the world where show'rs Do number out the hours Or place me in the Torrid Zone Where never house or man was known If there my Lalage but smile And sing I le love the while ODE XXIII To CHLOE Argument CHloe adult no cause now why She should from mens embracements fly Vitas hinnuloe Chloe thou shunn'st me like a wanton Fawn Of tim'rous Dam forsook in pathless lawn Dreading with minde agast Ev'ry bush and every blast For as when Zephyrus trembling leaves doth shake Or green-speckt Newts make bramble bushes quake So tremulous is she Dith'ring both in heart and knee But I not to devour thee now pursue As Afric Lions and wild Tygers do O leave thy Mother pray Now grown ripe for Venus play ODE XXIV By Sir T. H. To VIRGIL Who immoderately bewailed the death of Quintilius MElpomene whom Iove our Father daignes Shril voice apply'd to harps melodious strains Tell in sad notes how far the bounds extend Of love and shame unto so dear a friend Shall then in endless sleep Quintilius lie As equal unto whom pure Modesty And Justice ' sister Faith sincere and plain Nor naked Verity shall ever gain Of many worthy men bemoan'd he fell But Virgil no mans grief can thine excell Thou loving dost alas the gods in vain Quintilius not so lent thee ask again WHat if more sweet than Thracian Orpheus wire You trees perswade to hearken to your lyre Yet can you not return of life command To shadow vain which once with dreadful wand God Mercury unwilling Fate t' unlock Hath forc'd to dwell among the Stygian flock 'T is hard I grant But patience makes that light Which to correct or change exceeds our might The same by Sir R. F. To VIRGIL Who lamented immoderately the death of Quintilian What shame or stint in mourning ore So dear a Head Weep not but rore Melpomene to whom thy Sire Gave a shrill voice and twanging lyre B●t does Quintilian sleep his last Whose Fellow Modesty and fast Faith with her Sister Justice joyn'd And naked truth when will they find Bewa●l'd by all good men he 's gone But then Thee Virgil more by none Thou begst back ah pious in vain Thee not so lent Quintilian If sweeter then the Thracian Bard Thou could'st strike tunes by dull Trees heard The blood would never more be made To flow into the empty shade Which Hermes with his horrid wand Inflexible to countermand Th' unevitable doom of Death Once drove to the black Flock beneath 'T is hard But Patience makes that less Which all the World cannot redress ODE XXV To LYDIA Argument He Lydia sc●ffs for Aged look And cause her Suiters her forsook Parcius junctas NOw froward youths rap not so sore At thy shut casements as before To break thy sleep thy gates love much Their thresholds tou●h Which wont so ' ft on glib hinges run Thou' rt less and less now call'd upon Ho Lydia sleep'st all night while I Thy lover die Thou an ag'd Quean again shalt moan Thy scornful Paramours all alone In narrow lanes while North-winds range 'Bout Phoebe's change When fragrant love and lustful flames Such as infuriates Horses dams Thy ulcer'd breast with rage impales Not without wails Cause youth likes verdant Ivy more Than Myrtle almost sabled o'r And gives to Heber's Wintry tide Boughs wither-dry'd ODE XXVI By Sir T. H. To his Muse concerning Aelius Lamia It is not fit for the lovers of the Muses to be subject to ca●● and sadness The Poet commendeth his Lamia to the Pimplean Muse. I Who the Muses love sadness and fear Will to rought winds commit that they may bear Them to the Cretique sea careless who swayes And whom the far-North dweller most obeys Or what doth great Tirridates affright O my Pimplean Muse my hearts delight O thou who near pure Fountains ●ittest down Wreath o'drous flowers for Lamia wreath a crown Little without thee worketh my applause 'T is now become thine and thy Sister's cause Him with unused strains to celebrate And with thy Lesbian lyre to consecrate ODE XXVII By Sir R. F. To his Companions To his Companions feasting together that they should 〈◊〉 quarrel in their drink and fight with the Cups them●selves after the manner of the Barbarians WIth Goblets made for Mirth to fight 'T is barbarous leave that Thracian rite Nor mix the bashful blushing God Of Wine with quarrels and with blood A Cand-stick and Quart-pot how far They differ from the Cymitar Your wicked noise Companions cease And on your Elbows lean in peace Would you have me to share th' austere Falernian liquor Let me hear Megella's brother by what eyes Of what blest wound and shaft he dies No! then will I not drink whatever Venus tames thee she toasts thy Liver With fires thou hast no cause to cover Still sinning an ingenuous lover Come thou may'st lay it whatsoere It is securely in my Ear. Ah wretch in what a Whirl-pool tane Boy worthy of a better flame What Witch with her Thessalian Rod Can loose thee from those charmes What God Scarce Pegasus himself can thee From this three-shap'd Chimera free A Paraphrase on the same Ode by Dr. P VVHat Quarrel in your drink my friends ye'abuse Glasses and Wine made for a better use 'T is a Dutch trick Fie let your brawling cease And from your Wine and Olives learn both mirth and peace Your swords drawn in a Tavern whilest the hand That holds them shakes and he that fights cann't stand Sheath 'um for shame embrace kiss so away Sit down and ply the business of the day But I 'le not drink unless T. S. declares Who is his Mistress and whose wounds he wears Whence comes the glance from what

would Incline toth'most as'tis fit he should So if to be belov'd he has a mind He may by this means the same measure find He that desires his Wenns should not offend His friend must wink at the Pimples of his friend He that would have his faults forgiven must Give pardon if he take it 't is but just Now since the vice of anger and the rest Which do our foolish Nature thus infest Cannot be throughly rooted out why may Not equal judgement and right reason sway And why should not all punishments be fitted Proportionably to the Crimes committed When a man bids his Servant lift a Dish Off from the Table and he eat the Fish That 's left or lick the sauce up if that he Should suffer death should not his Master be Esteem'd more mad then frantick Labeo By all those men who are themselves not so How would the Masters crime the mans transcend In greatness nay in madness If a Friend Commit a fault at which thou ought'st to wink Or else all men will thee ill-natur'd think If thou should'st scorn and hate him for 't and shun H●s company as the poor Debtors run From that damn'd Usurer Druso who when ere The doleful Day of Payment does appear To his poor Debtors if they do not pay Both principal and interest how they Come by 't he cares not he condemns them then To stand with naked throats like Captive men Not to be kill'd but what 's far worse then it To hear those wretched Playes which he had writ Suppose my fudled Friend when he did sup Bepist the room or break my Mistress cup Or if he being hungry took away That Chicken which i' th' Dish before me lay Must I fall out with him What then if he Should commit theft Or break his trust with me Or should deny his promise those by whom All sins are equal held when once they come T' inquire into the truth they 're at a stand For common reason general custome and Profit it self which is the Mother now Of what is right and just all disallow This fond opinion When in former time Man-kind which of all creatures is the prime Crept out of 's Mother Earth they were a kind Of dumb and nasty Cattle which inclin'd To brawl for Mast and Dens to lodge in to With nails and fists and next with clubs and so In length of time they fought with spears and swords Which need had taught them how to make till words And names by them invented were whereby They did their sence and voices signifie Unto each other then they did begin To build them Forts to live with safety in Then they enacted Lawes that none might dare Play either Robber or Adulterer For before Helens dayes women have been The cause of cruel wars When men rush'd in On any women which they next came to At the first sight as wild Beasts use to do Till like a Bull o' th' herd a stronger come Kill the first Occupant and takes his room But unremembred di'd those nameless men Wanting th' Historians and Poets Pen. We if we do consider former times Must grant that Laws were made for fear of crimes As Nature can't discern what 's right what 's wrong Nor separate good from ill nor from among Those things we ought to shun pick out what we Ought to desire nor can't by reason be Made out that he who on the Hearbs within His Neighbours Garden treads do's as much sin As he that robs a Church and steals away What to the Gods there consecrated lay Let 's have a Rule by which our pains may be Proportion'd to our crimes and not that he Who has deserv'd a little Rod alone Should with a horrid whip be 〈◊〉 to th' Bone That thou 'lt with ferule strike I 'le ne'r suppose Him that deserves to suffer greater blows While thou hold'st thefts and robberies to be Offences onely of the like degree And threatnest if thou reign once to chastise Our petty faults and foul enormities With equal punishments if it be so That he who is a wise man's wealthy too A good Mechanick skill'd in every thing The onely gallant and indeed a King What need'st thou wish to be a King since thou Art so already Thou wilt ask me now If I don't know what old Chrysipus said Tho●gh a wise man perhaps has never made His Shooes and Boots yet still a wise man is A Shoo-maker to what end is all this Just so Hermogenes thoughs he 's dumb can Sing well and is a good Musitian And in this sense Alfenus when he threw Away his tools and shut up shop and grew A cunning Lawyer who had been before A Cobler was still Cobler and no more So the wise man's alone in every thing The skilfull'st Artist and so he 's a King The Roguing Boyes thou talk'st so like a Sot Will pull thee by thy Beard if thou do'st not That Scepter in thy hand thy cudgel sway And in Majestick-wise drive them away The cheated crowd that stand about thee all Prepare to kick thee thou maist bark and brawl Till thou hast burst thy Royal self Most high And mighty King in brief thou Royally Giv'st a whole f●r●hing for thy Bath at once And hast no guard to attend thee but that dunce Chrispinus But my pleasant fr●ends if I Through folly should transgress will pass it by And when they do bewray their frailties then I in requital pardon them agen And thus I live though but a private man More happy then thy fained Kingship can SATYRE IV. By A. B. A Discourse concerning POETRY THe old Greek Poets Aristophanes Cratinus Eupolis and such as these Who did write Comedies wher e're they had One fit to be describ'd as very bad Such as a Thief or an Adulterer Or Murtherer or such like men which were Notorious in their lives these all should be With a brave bo●dness and great liberty Exprest to th' life and whatsoever is Writ by Lucillius does proceed from this Those Poets he did imitate their feet And numbers onely he did change and yet His wit was excellent his judgement clear Onely the Verses which came from him were Harsh and unpolisht for this was his crime Two hundred Verses in one hours time He ordinarily poured out with ease As if he did such weighty businesses Yet though his Verses like a Deluge flow'd Th 'had something still above the common road He lov'd to scrible but could not endure The pains of writing Verses good and pure I ne're regard how much an Author writes 'T is not the Volumn but the sence delights I 'le tell you Once Crispinus challeng'd me Pointing with 's Finger at me Come sayes he Take Paper Pen and Ink fix place and time Let 's both be watcht try which can swiftest rhime I thank my Stars Nature did me compose So bashful and so pusillanimous That I speak little and but seldome too But his laborious lungs do alwayes go Like a

Tyber better then their Seas Or which o' th' Asiatique Cities please Does Lebedus because you rested there And found that ease you else sought every where 'T is a poor place indeed to Gabil Yet there I 'de choose to live retir'd and die Forgetting all of all my friends forgot Whom though they pity yet they envy not Where from the shoar I might behold the Main And rate my pleasures by anothers pain Yet neither he that does from Capua come Wet to the skin and on his way to Rome Would take an Inn for home or think a fire Or Stove though numb'd with cold his chief desire And seek no further but his kind starrs bless As one arriv'd to perfect happiness Nor for a storm should you for swear the Sea And sell your Barque that you reveng'd might be To one that 's safe Mit ' lene and Rhodes are fair But as Furs in Summer Silks in Winter are As Tyber is to swim in when it snows And as a fire i' th' midst of August showes While Fortune smiles let Rhodes be pray●'d at Rome Chios and Samos fayrest are at home Use the sweet Intervals the Gods allow Nor tell next year put off what may be Now. That every place alike may seem to thee And thou alike content in any bee If prudent Reason sets no bound to Care Nor can those Lands that bounds to th● Ocean are And he that reaches them too late shall find The place is only chang'd and not his Mind And yet we ride and fail and journies make Or happiness to find or to o'retake That which thou seek'st is ready at thy hand And Ulubrae may be the happy land For friend an even Soul can make it there And what we no where find have every where EPISTLE XII By A. B. To ICCIUS That the use of Estates makes men rich WHy dost thou murmur Iccius and repine Because Agrippa's wealth is more then thine Thou art his Steward if thou rightly use Those fruits which his Scicilian lands produce Iove himself can't give thee a greater store Therefore leave off complaining that thou' rt poor For he 's not poor whom fortune does produce What e're is necessary for his use If thou canst get good Diet and warm Cloaths Caesars Estate can't give thee more than those If at a Table stor'd with various meat Thou canst abstemiously a Sallad eat Thou by that virtue wilt as wealthy bee As if kind fortune had showr'd Gold on thee For thy firm soul will above money soar And thou wilt think all things inferiour To amiable Virtue which alone To good men is guide and companion Men wondred at Democritus when hee Sate in his Study and his Hoggs did see Root up his Corn field and his Garden spoil And he sate studying unconcern'd the while His thoughts were set on higher things and thou Wilt be as great an admirat●on now Who in this scabbed avaritious time Mind'st nothing mean but aim'st at things sublime What bounds the Sea what makes it ebb and flow What makes the year round so exactly go Whether the Planets move by their own power Or do obey some cause Superiour From whence th' Eclipses of the Moon proceed And how she 's from her obscuration fre'd What means the jarring sympathy of things And whether good or evil from it springs Whether Empedocles deserve our faith Or that be righter which the Stoick saith But whether thou delightest to feed on F●sh Or only Leeks and Onions be thy dish Receive my good friend Grosphus courteously And grant him freely what he asks of thee For he has so much modesty and wit That he 'l ask nothing but what 's just and fit Friendship doth come to a low market when Any thing 's lack'd by good and worthy men But 'cause perhaps you have a minde to know How all affairs here in our City go Agrippa's valour has Cantabria won Th' Armenians too by Nero are o'rethrown Phraates does great Caesars lawes obey And on his knees submit to th' Roman sway Besides this seasonable harvest yields A plenteous crop in our Italian fields EPISTLE XIII By A. B. To VINIUS ASELLA Instructions for presenting his Poems to Augustus AS I have oftentimes and long since too Instructed thee when thou to Court dost go Dear Vinius I 'ld have my Poems be Presented to Augustus seal'd by thee When he is well and of a cheerfull mind And when to road them he is well inclin'd Do not by much ●fficiousness offend Or hurt me whom thou studi'st to befriend Nor yet make men my Poems to conte●n Because thou importunely proferst them But if the Volume of my book should bee So cumbersome that it should weary thee I 'd rather thou should'st throw them quite away Than on thy soulders them like Dorsers lay And so make thy paternal name becaus 'T is Asina to signifie an Ass And make thy self a Tabletalk and be Ridiculous to all Posteritie Set all thy strength to ' ●●pass through thick and th●n And when th' hast had thy will and entred in To Caesar's presence use the matters so That prying Courtiers may not come to know That thou a load of Poetry dost bear Under thy arm as if a Rustick were Carrying a Lamb or drunken Pyrrbia Carryed the stoln Quills of Yarn away Or as a Tenant when he gets a Rowse Carries his Cap and Shooes from 's Landlord's house Nor tell the Vulgar that thou sweat'st to bear Lines which will please both Caesars eye and ear And though th' art courted ne're so much press on Shew no body a line Well get thee gon Farewell be carefull that thou err'st not and If thou e're lov'st me break not my command EPISTLE XIV By R. T. To his BAILIFF The difference betwixt a Country life and a City life THou Bailiff of my Woods and pleasant Field Which serv'd five dwellers once and us'd to yield Five Burgesses for Baria by thee now Conte●●● let 's try who weeds best I or you Whither my mind or ground be better till'd Which is the better Horrace or his field Though L●mias pitty mourning th' hasty fate Of 's Brother ravisht from him do create Occasion for my longer stay at Rome Then ordinary yet my heart 's at home That strives to break all stops for I prefer The Countrey thou the Town as happier Who likes anothers fortune hates his own He is a fool that does accuse the Town Or Country either and does falsly find Fault with the place when all the fault 's in 's mind Which never fly's its self when you were slave To th' Baths and liv'd in Town you us'd to crave With silent Prayer to be remov'd to go To be a Country man now being so You cover Baths Playes and the Town you see I 'me constant and when business urges me Which I of all things hate to Rome I part From thence sad and afflicted at my heart Our fancies don't agree what you despise He likes that is of my mind