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Odes of Horace the best of lyrick poets contayning much morallity, and sweetnesse. Selected, and translated by Sr: T:H: 1625.; Selections. English
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Horace.; T.H., Sir (Thomas Hawkins), d. 1640.
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in Venusium woods And may on eu'ry side thy traffick'd goods In plentie flow to thee from Ioue's iust hand Aud Neptune who Tarentum doth command But if to frustrate me thou bee not nice Which may thy guiltlesse issue preiudice I wish due punishment and proud neglect May on thy Funerall Obscquies reflect Nor may my Prayers be powred forth in vaine Nor vowes haue strength to set thee free againe Yet if thou hast no longer stay I craue Then thrice the dust be throwne vpon my graue Ode XXXI To APOLLO He desireth not riches of Apollo but that hee may haue a sound mind in a healthy bodie Quid dedicatum poscit WHat doth thy Poet aske Phaebus diuine What craues he when he powres thee bowls of wine Not the rich corne of fat Sardinia Nor gratefull flockes of burnt Calabria Nor Gold nor Indian Iuory nor the grounds Which silent Lyris with soft streame arrounds Let those whom Fortune so much store assignes Dresse with Calenian hooke their fertile Vines Let the rich Merchant to the Gods so deare For so I tearme him right who euery yeare Three or foure times visits th' Atlantique Seas From shipwracke free Let him his palate please And drinke in gilt bowles wines of highest price Bought with the sale of Syrian Marchandise Loose Mallowes Succory and Oliue plant Serue me for food O great Apollo grant To me in health and free from lifes annoy Things natiue and soone gotten to enioy And with a mind compos'd old age attaine Not lothsome nor depriu'd of Lyrick straine Ode XXXIV To HIMSELFE Who repenteth that hauing followed the Epicurean Sect he therby hath negligently honored the gods Parcus Deorum cultor I Of the gods a tardie worshipper Whilst skill'd in frantike wisedome I doe erre Now backward forced am my sayles to raise And to seeke out againe forsaken wayes For Iupiter who light to day inspires Diuiding sable clouds with shining fires Hath through the cleare skie oft ordain'd his drift With thunder breathing horse and chariot swift Wherewith dâ—ll earth and wandring riuers quake The Stygian Fenne and horrid Seat doth shake Of hatefull Taenarus and Atlas bounds God in exchange the high with low confounds Hee abiect basenesse on the highest flings And casteth lustre on obscured things Hence restlesse Fortune height from one man takes With shrillest noyse and great another makes Ode XXXV To FORTVNE Hee beseecheth her that shee would preserue Caesar going into Brittany O diua gratum O Goddesse which beloued Antium swayes Still ready with thy powerfull arme to raise Men from the low degree of wretched thralls Or turne proud triumphs into funeralls The poore and rustick Clowne with humble plea Sollicites thee Thee Lady of the Sea Hee lowdly inuocates who e're doth sweepe In Asian vessell the Carpathian deepe The Dacian rough the wandring Scythian Cities and Kingdomes The fierce Latian Thee Mothers of Barbarian Kings doe feare And Tyrants which bright purple garments weare Let not a standing pillar bee or'ethrowne With thy offended foot nor bee it knowne That people apt for armes yet now at rest Take armes againe and Empires peace infest Thee sharpe Necessitie doth still fore-goe Holding in brazen hand as pledge of woe Tormenting beames and racks and more to dant Sharpe hookes and molten lead doe neuer want Thee Hope and simple Faith in white attire Doth honour and thy company desire How e're another habit thou dost take And made a foe great houses thou forsake But the false multitude and periur'd whore Doth backe retire yea friends when vessells store Is to the dregges drunke vp Away they flie Shunning the yoke of mutuall pouertie Preserue thou Caesar safe wee thee implore bound to the world's remotest Brittan shore And the late raysed troupes of youth most able To Easterne parts and red Sea formidable We at our scarres doe blush Sinne Brothers fall Vile Age what mischefes doe we shun at all What youth his hand for feare of gods containes Or who himselfe from Altars spoyle restraines Ah wouldst thou now our blunted swords new frame Th' Arabians and the Massagetes to tame The end of the first Booke ODES OF HORACE The Second Booke Ode II. To C. SALVSTIVS CRISPVS Hee prayseth Proculeius for liberalitie towards his brothers Onely contempt of money maketh a man happie Nullus Argento color NO colour is in Golden vaine Oh Salust enemy of gaine Hidden within a greedie Mine Vnlesse with temp'rate vse it shine Neuer shall Proculeius die ' Mongst Brothers mark'd for pietie Suruiuing Fame with daring flight Shall yeeld his Name eternall right In larger circuit thou dost raigne If greedy humour thou restraine Then if thou Gades to Lybia ioyne Or both the Carthages were thine The selfe-indulgent Dropsie growes Nor doth the palate's thirst vnlose Till man from vaines the sicknesse cause And pallid watry faintnesse drawes Vertue that vulgar doth oppose Not in the ranke of happy chose Phraat with Cyrus throne indu'de And doth forbid the multitude False acclamations to make And rule and Scepter safe partake And Bayes to him alone apply Who viewes huge heapes with carelesse eye Ode III. To DELIVS Prosperous and aduerse Fortune are to be moderately borne since one and the selfe same condition of death hangeth ouer euery man Aequam memento IN aduerse chaunce an equall mind retaine As in best fortunes temp'red free from vaine Of mirth profuse For Delius thou must dy Whither in sadnesse thou doest euer ly Or on Feast dayes retyr'd to grassie shade Thou with close Falerne wine art happy made Where the white Poplar and the loftie Pine Their friendly shade in mutuall branches twine And Riuers swiftly gliding striue apace 'Bout crooked bankes their trembling streames to chase Bring hither Wine and od'rous Vnguents Bring The daintie Rose a faire but fading thing While Fortune age and wealth yeeld seasons fit And the three Sisters sable loomes permit Thou from thy house must part purchas'd woods And village lau'd with yellow Tybers floods And thy high hoarded heaps of wealths excesse An Heire perhaps vngratefull shall possesse No matter t is whither thou rich art borne Of Argine Kings or low expos'd to scorne Sprung from poore Parents liu'st in open fields Thou art Death's sacrifice who neuer yeelds Wee all are thither brought 't is hee that turnes And windes our mortall life's vncertaine Vrnes Sooner or later each man hath his lot And exil'd hence embarques in Charon's Boat Ode IX To VALGIVS That now at length hee would desist to deplore his deceased Myste Non semper imbres THe swelling cloud not alwayes powres On rugged fields impetuous showres Nor Caspian Sea Valgius belou'd With tossing stormes is euer mou'd Nor on Armenia's bord'ring shore The sluggish ice stands alwayes hore Or Gaâ—gan groues with North-winds riu'd Or Ash trees are of leaues depriu'd You still in mournfull sort complaine That death hath dearest Myste slaine Your loue not failes if Vesper rise Nor when bright Hesper Phoebus flies But thrice-ag'd Nestor mourn'd not still
gold Gold abler armed troupes to passe then thunder The strongest Fortresses doth rent assunder The Argiue Angur's house with all his State Desire of gaine did wholly ruinate With gifts the Macedonian did subdue Strong Citie gates and proud Kings ouerthrew Sea-men are snar'd with gifts and golden store Care growing wealth pursues with thirst of more Then deare Maecenas well may I detest To vaunt my selfe with eleuated crest How much the more man doth himselfe deny So much the more the gods will him supply I poore in state seeke those that nought desire And flying doe from rich mens tents retire And better liue Lord of a slender store Then were I sayed to hold vpon my flore What the Apulian painfully hath till'd And in great wealth bee poore and neuer fill'd My streame of waters pure my little Copps My certaine hope of happy fruitfull crops From him his hidden in my better chance Who Empire in rich Affrick doth aduance Though mee Calabrian Bees no Honey giue Nor wines in Laestrigonian Flaggons liue Till age make good the tast though no man knowes That my rich fleece in fertile Gallia growes Yet from me crauing pouertie doth flie Nor should I aske you more will you denie I better will with limitted desire Pay Caesar little tributes then aspire By greatnesse to vnite the Phrygian plaine To Alliatts ample state and royall raigne Who much desire want much He richly liues Whom God with sparing hand sufficient giues Ode XXIV Against couetous rich men Intactis opulentior ALthough you richer bee by farre Then th' Arabs Mines vntouch'd or Indies are Though you with deepe pyles land would gaine Eu'n from the Tyrrhene and large Pontique Maine If on your head sad Fate preuayles Transfixing it with Adamantine nayles Yet can you not your mind set free Or life from snares of death exempted see The sauage Scithyans better liue Who in their Carts vnconstant dwelling driue And rigid Getes whose common ground Doth in full store of Corne and Fruits abound And loue their tillage to extend No longer then the yearely season 's end So as whilst one man weary lies A Substitute him with like paines supplies The Step-dame there in peacefull aw Commands her mother-wanting sonne in law Nor wife though rich her husband swayes Or to Adult'rer spruce her selfe betrayes Vertue of Parents is great Dower And Chastitie restrain'd to Wedlocks power Fearefull of others touch that knowes The breach is sinne and Death the payment owes Oh hee that would quite take away All impious slaughters and each ciuill fray If hee the Citie 's Father care On statues to be stil'd Ah! let him dare So shall hee future glory gaine Loose libertie with bridle to restraine But vertue liuing we despise And much admire it taken from our eyes But what need sad complaints bee spent If vice be not cut off with punishment What profit Lawes in vaine compos'd Without good liues If neither Climes expos'd To parched heates Nor Northren starre Nor snow hard crusted can the Merchant scarre Wife Marriners through rough Seas flie The greatest imputation Pouertie Bids vs doe that or suffer this Yet doth the painfull way of Vertue misse Then goe wee to the Capitall Where vulgar voyce and troupes of friends do call Or in the nearest Sea bee bold Our gemms and precious stones with fruitlesse gold The root of many ills to cast If thou wilt fully sinnes repentance tast Let this first scope thy thoughts inspire To raze the Elements of foule desire And in minds tender apt to ill To seeke the sharpest studies to instill Youth nobly borde as yet vnâ—â—ide Feares hunting sport and speedy horse to ride Farre better skill'd Greeke Tops to ply Or Dice which ancient Romane Lawes deny Whilst his false Syre with cunning wiâ—es His fellow-neighbour and his guest beguiles And all this that hee may prepare Great heapes of riches for his worthlesse heyre Thus though vile riches grow yet will Somewhat to our weake state be wanting still Ode XXVIII To LYDE. Hee perswadeth Lyde to spend the day dedicated to Nepâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 Festo quid potius die WHat doe we else on Neptune's Feast Bee therefore Lyde ready prest To broach Caecubian Wines enclos'd And let strong wisedome bee oppos'd Thou seest ' its mid-time of the day And yet as if swiâ—t time did stay A Butt thou spar'st was Cellar-stalld When Bibulus was Consull call'd With mutuall Songs wee le Neptune please And the greene-hayrd Neretdes On crooked Lyre sing thou with art Latona and swift Cynthia's dart Whilst our last straine her praise vnfolds Who Cnâ—dos and bright Cyclads holds And Paphos with payrd Swans doth view Yet Night wee le pay thâ—e Verses due Ode XXIX To MAECENAS Hee inviteth him to a merry Supper laying publiques cares aside Tyrrhena regum OH my Maecenas sprung from roy Iâ—straine Of Tyrrhene Kings Behold I doe retaine Long since by mee reserued to be thine A vessell yet vnbroach'd of milder wine Soft rosie flowers for thee I will prepare And supple Vnguents pressed for thy haire Then free thee from delay Nor alwayes yeeld To view from farre Aesulus hanging field Moyst Tybur's Site Nor let thy eyes abide On hills of Telegon the Particide Leaue off to see successefull Rome reioyce In smoaky hopes much wealth and vulgar voyce To great men changes oft times gratefull are And vnder humble roofes neat srugall fare Without rich hangings or gay purple state Doth the most busie brow to mirth dilate Now bright Andromeda's refulgent Sire Shewes to this vnder-world his hidden fire Now Procyon and the raging Lyon swayes Phaebus reducing drie and parched dayes The Shepheard tyr'd with his faint flock doth hie To find cook shades or trembling current nigh And rough Syluanus thickets while the shore Becalmed stands from wind 's tumukuons rore Meane time the good of Rome in mind you beare And of her much sollicitous doe feare What Seres plot or Bactria Cyrus state Or Tanais war like-dweller perpetrate All-knowing god with cloudy night doth close Euents of future times and laughs at those Who beyond reason feare Thy present state See then with equall mind thou moderate All other things like to a Riuer's source Who in the middle Châ—nnell of his course Now to the Tyrrhene Sea in silence strayes But when fierce Deluges calme Riuers raise Hee then in heaps rowles down with dreadfull sound Stones billow-gnawn trees torne from the grouÌ„d With house and cattell borne along the flood Frighting the hill with noyse neighbouring wood Hee Master of himselfe liues merry dayes Who this day I haue liu'd and truely sayes To morrow Ioue with black clouds heau'n embrace Or let the Sunne shew forth his golden face Yet notwithstanding God will not agree That what is passed once shall frustrate bee Nor what the once swift-sliding houre hath wrought Will he vnfashion'd leaue or bring to nought Fortune in aduerse chances sportiue euer And bold in scornfull pastime to perseuer Transferreth heâ— vncertaine honours Now