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Some odes of Horace imitated With relation to His Majesty, and the times. By John Glanville, of Lincolns-Inn, gent.
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Glanvill, John, 1664?-1735.
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1695
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SOME ODES OF HORACE IMITATED With Relation to His MAJESTY and the TIMES By JOHN GLANVILLE of Lincolns-Inn Gent. LONDON Printed for John Newton at the Three Pidgeons against the Inner-Temple-Gate in Fleetstreet 1690. TO THE READER A Trifle so small as are the following Odes cannot be worth a Preface only the Reader may be pleas'd to know because they may seem to come out somewhat of the latest that they were written a good while since in the Countrey those Two which sprung from particular Occasions at their proper Seasons without any Design of ever Printing them But coming lately to Town and meeting with Mr. Mountague's Epistle to the Earl of Dorset the Just Reproach he has there given to the Backwardness of the Poets and the Generous Praise he has bestow'd on a Prince who merits all that can be given Him provok'd me to offer up my Incense in Publick fir'd me with an honest Ambition of Rivalling him in Zeal tho not in Wit and made me unwilling to let him appear Single in a Cause in which the whole Army of Poets ought to have concurr'd I shall leave the World to judg of the Performance who if they should think it not altogether inconsiderable ought to ascribe it to a Heat I had during the Writing which rais'd by a Passion for so Glorious a Hero would perhaps not suffer me to compose any thing in His Service very Mean and Groveling Some ODES of Horace Imitated Book IV. Ode V. Divis este Bonus optime Romulae Custos Gentes Inscrib'd to His Majesty in Ireland I. OF God-like Race born with auspicious Fate Best generous Guardian of our British State Return too long a hostile Land Has wrong'd our happiness and thee detain'd Kind to the hopes you gave O hasten home And to thy wanting Court and waiting Senate come II. Restore thy Nation its Divinest Light The Lustre of thy Presence and thy Sight When thy propitious Beams upon us smile T is Spring throughout the happy Isle The gladder day flies pleasanter away And the serener Sun shines with a better Ray. III. As when beyond ungrateful Seas The absent Youth th' expected time out-stays With anxious Love and tender moan Sighs a griev'd Mother for a darling Son With Prayers and Vows his coming she implores And watches still the Winds and still looks toward the Shores IV. Such Sacred Monarch is for thee Our Pain our Passion and our Piety Such so impatient our Concern So languish we and die for thy Return Thy England thus stung with like fond desire Does for her Nassau long her Caesar does require V. And all but Just Great Prince through thee Our Convoy'd Fleets enjoy a peaceful Sea Secure our Flocks possess their Plains In fertile Fields auspicious plenty reigns Faith strict and nice with generous honest shame Flies a reproachful Guilt and fears a conscious blame VI. No more shall Vice licentious reign No more loose Loves chaste Families shall stain The Mother now shall boast a lawful Race Shew all the Husband in the Infant 's Face Thy Zeal shall rouze long dormant Discipline And Pain and sure Disgrace shall close attend in sin VII Who dreads the Turk or dreads the Pope Whilst he has Nassau to assure his Hope Who for rude Highland Rebels cares For Gallick Force or for Hibernian Wars Of Armies and of Fleets unmov'd we hear From Danger thou secure we are secure from Fear VIII Under his Vine each sits in peace And sees on his Affairs the Noon decrease Then when the Morning Duty 's past Makes to a hearty Dinner chearful haste Enjoys his Cheer whilst the just Meal to crown Sacred to thee at last an honest Glass goes down IX Thee we with Praise Thee we with Wine Adore Thee honour as a thing Divine Our better Genius Thee proclaim And with our Guardian Angels joyn thy Name As her like Heroes grateful Greece of old By God like Acts oblig'd amongst her Gods enroll'd X. Long may'st thou live long may'st thou reign In Peace and Glory thy glad Realms maintain This every and this all the day With faithful Hearts thy People duly say This is our Wish and this our Care Our drunken Evening Health our sober Morning Prayer Book III. Ode XIV Herciâ—is ricit modo dictus O Plebs Upon His Majesties Happy Return out of Ireland I. SEE England see thy mighty Nassau's come The Belgick Hercules Victorious home From vanquish't Foes has Days and Triumphs brought With bravely ventur'd Death and glorious Dangers sought II. Let Fair Maria to the Temple move And pay due thanks to the Just Powers above Let Anna joyn nor fair a Heav'n to bless Which gave a Brother safety and a King success III. Let joyful Mothers double Praise afford For Sons preserv'd and for a Prince restor'd Let all the Young and all the Fair assist Nor Wife nor blooming Maid be in the Consort mist IV. Let every Tongue and every Heart With Universal gladness bear a part Let none repine let none complain Nor with an ill tim'd Grief the Sacred Joy profane V. To me the Day a perfect Jubilee From every Care my Mind shall free Nor Tumult now nor Violence will I fear Whilst Nassau sits at Helm and does the Empire steer VI. Where is the Essence where are the Perfumes To scent my Hair and scent my Rooms With pious Pomp and decent Luxury I 'll celebrate the well-observ'd Solemnity VII Let me have Wine rich generous Wine Worthy a Day so Great and so Divâ—ne A Virgin Cask of old untasted Juice By Heaven ordain'd and kept for this peculiar use VIII Then to compleat and finish the Delight Bid wanton Caelia come and bless the Night With kind haste bid her hither move To heighten Joys of Wine with Joys of Love IX If her damn'd Maid thy entrance stay If she deny if she delay Ne'er importune nor urge the business on But come away and leave th' ill-natur'd Jilt alone X. Time was when I should not have tamely born So proud a Slight and rude a Scorn When warmer Youth with generous Fire For every base Affront did brave Revenge inspire XI But Oh those days are done my hoary Hairs Shew I am past am past the Wars Too frozen and too gentle Age Has cool'd my Love and calm'd my Rage Book III. Ode XXV Quò me Bacche rapis tui Plenum I O Bacchus whither dost thou hurry me Full full of thy Divinity and thee Into what Caves into what Bowers Inform'd by a new Soul and quick exalted Powers With swift Confusion am I hurl'd And rapt and spirited about the World In what Divine Recess shall I be heard of Fame Striving to Eternize Illustrious Nassau's Name Rais'd to the Sphere in never dying Odes T' insert it ' mongst the Stars and place it with the Gods II. All shall be Miracle I sing I 'll write some great some new some unexampled thing Something above all pattern more Than Mankind ever said or ever thought before Such was th' Amazement such the Fire Which the mad Evias did on Thracian Hills inspire When Rhodope's sacred Mount and Heber's conscious Flood Appearing to her view stirr'd the Lymphatick Mood Whilst th' infus'd God did all her Powers engage Quite sensless with the Trance and sleepless with the Rage Oh the Delight whilst wing'd with Extafie Through unknown pathless Tracts I devious fly How wondring and how pleas'd as the wild Fancy roves To view the Desert Rocks and unfrequented Groves III. O Bacchus thou Almighty Generous Power By whose assistance those who thee adore Whilst thy brave Heat does their strong Spirits warm Things above weak dull Nature can perform There 's nothing low shall issue nothing mean Nothing mortal from my Pen Thou Captain and Conducter of my Flight In daring Strains I 'll soar to a yet unknown height Whate'er whate'er the Danger be 'T is sweet 't is sweet Great God to follow thee FINIS ADVERTISEMENT LAtely Publish'd The Ghost of the Emperor Charles the Fifth appearing to Voloart the Porter Or a Dialogue concerning the Times Translated one of French This refers to His Majesties Letter to the Bishops