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A03674	Odes of Horace the best of lyrick poets contayning much morallity, and sweetnesse. Selected, and translated by Sr: T:H: 1625.; Selections. English	Horace.; T.H., Sir (Thomas Hawkins), d. 1640.	1625 (1625)	STC 13800; ESTC S104228	22,829	78

Eu'n from that time that Priams wayward Sire Bereft the righteous gods their promis'd hire Which Troy by mee and Pallas once contemn'd With Prince and people were to flames condemn'd Now the knowne guest of that adult'rous Dame Which fled from Greece no more shall merit fame And Priams periur'd stock with Hector's ayd No more shall make the warlike Greekes dismayd The fatall warres which our seditions fed Are now compos'd and angry stormes are dead Henceforth to Mars my fury will I leaue And Vesta's off-spring vnto grace receiue Him I to Heau'ns bright mansions will admit To drinke of Nectar and with gods to sit While the vast Sea twixt Troy and Rome is found Raigne happy banish'd men on any ground Whilst heards o're Priam's tombe and Paris stray And beasts preserue their young from hunters pray Let the bright Capitoll it's glory spread And Rome giue Lawes vnto the conquer'd Mead. Yea let her her far-dreaded name extend And with the Earth's remotest confines end Where the Mid-stream Europe from Affrick bounds Or swelling Nilus watreth fertile grounds Rome abler farre to scorne gold yet vnfound Which best is plac'd when deepest vnder ground Then to extract it thence for humane vse Each hand things sacred foyling with abuse What limit of the world so e're contend Let thither Rome her armes victorious send Glad to behold where the burnt Zones doe stand Or clowdy Poles which showry dewes command But to the most vnvanquish'd Romane State On this condition I prescribe this Fate Lest they too pious and indulgent yeeld The ruin'd walls of ancient Troy to build Yet if that Fortune by vnhappy chance Should once againe decayed Troy aduance I Wife and Sister of loue Heauens King With armed troupes would new destruction bring If thrice a Brazen wall by Phebus hand Should reared bee it thrice by my command The Greeks should raze and thrice the captiue wife Her child and husband mourne depriu'd of life But these things nothing fit my sportiue Lyre Muse whither go'st thou Ah! doe not aspire The gods discourse thus boldly to relate Or great things with low Layes extenuate Ode VI. To The ROMANS Of the corrupt manners of that Age. Delicta maiorum Romane resolue thou shalt desertlesse tast Sinn 's scourge for vice of Predecessor past Vntill thou dost againe repaire Decayed Temples and make fayre The falling houses of the gods disgrac'd And cleanse their Images with smoke defac'd To think thee lesse then Gods thy power commends Hence take beginnings hither ayme thy ends The Gods neglected did impose On sad Hesperia many woes Twice Pacorus and twice Monaeses hand Our inauspicious forces did disband Who with a plenteous prey made glad To little chaines new links did add The Dacian and the Aethiop fierce in warres Hath almost raz'd the Citie rent with iarres One with his Nauy formidable With Darts the other better able This Age in Vice abounding did begin Chast Stocks and Nuptials to pollute with sinne The woes which from this fountaine flow People and Countrey ouerthrow The Mayd for Mariage ripe much ioyes to learne Ionick Daunces and can well discerne With art to faine and quickly proue The pleasures of vnlawfull loue Straight made a wife in midst of husband's cups Shee with young Gallants and adulterers sups Nor doth she care to whom by stealth Light 's out she yeeld loues lawlesse wealth But ask'd doth rise her knowing husband by To prostitute her Marriage modestie At Factors call or Pilot's hyre Of lustfull shame a costly buyer That youth came not from such Forefathers straine Who did the Sea with Punick blood distaine By such hands Pyrrhus did not fall Antiochus nor Hanniball But in those dayes a braue and manly race Of rustick Souldiers liued in this place Well skill'd in Plough and Sabine spade And so to strict obedience made That if sharpe mothers bad at home returne They on their sholders brought logs new'd to burne Soone as the Sun did change the mountaines shade And weary vnyoak'd Oxen home-ward made Night gaue their labours free dispense Chasing the Sun's bright Chariot hence What wasteth not with Times deuouring rage Our Fathers life much worse the Grandsire's age Sees vs more wicked to produce An off spring fuller of abuse Ode IX To LYDIA A Dialogue of his passed Loues and renewing of them againe This Ode though lesse morall then the rest I haue admitted for Iul. Scaliger's sake who much admireth it Donec gratus eram Horace WHilst I was pleasing in thy ey Nor any to thy heart more nigh Clasp'd that white neck in amorous Ring More bless'd I liu'd then Persia's King Lydia Whilst you no other Fire embrac'd Nor Chlōe before Lydia plac'd I Lydia then with honour sign'd More then the Roman Illia shin'd Horace Now Thracian Chlōe I obey Skillfull and prompt in Musick 's lay For whom I will not feare to dy So Fate to her the same deny Lydia Calais Ornithus sonne doth fire My heart with flames of like desire For whom I twice to die will dare So Fates the youth suruiuing spare Horace But what if ancient Loue returne And vs with mutuall passion burne If I shake off bright Chlôe's hope And doores to scorned Lydia ope Lydia Though hee bee brighter then a Starre And lighter thou then Corke by farre More angry then rough Adria I With thee would liue with thee would die Ode XIV To the ROMAN PEOPLE This Ode containeth the prayses of Augustus returning out of Spaine after his Conquest ouer the Cantabrians Herculis ritu AS Hercules sometime was thought Bayes with life's hazard to haue sought So Caesar now to vs restores Our houshold gods from Spanish shores The wife that 's with one husband pleas'd Let her come foorth the gods appeas'd Octauia Caesar's Sister hast And Head with humble veyle embrac't Now Mothers with your Virgins deare And sonnes late safe return'd appeare Now Boyes and you new maryed trayne Of wiues from euill words abstaine From mee this new made Holy-day Black sullen cares shall take away Nor feare I in great Caesars raigne By force or tumult to bee slaine Boy Crownes and Vnguents now prepare And vessell kept since Marsian warre If any such conceal'd hath been By wandring Spartacus not seene Let shrill Neaera heere bee found With golden hayre in tresses bound But if the Porter make delay With churlish answere Hast away White hayres doe mollifie my mind To brawles and quarrells earst inclin'd This in Youths heat I could not brooke When Consull Plancus Office tooke Ode XVI To MAECENAS All things lye open to Gold but Horace is content with his owne Fortune whereby bee is made happy Inclusam Danäen DOores strongly fenced and a Brazen Tower With carefull Gard of waking dogs had power Fayre Dana● in stony walls immur'd From night-Adulterers to haue secur'd Did not both loue and Venus then deride Acrisius who the Mayd with feare did hide For they the way knew free and safe the hold Were but the god once turned into

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 vn●●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 wi●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 Nep●●●● 〈◊〉 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 swi●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 Cn●dos and bright Cyclads holds And Paphos with payrd Swans doth view Yet Night wee le pay th●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 I●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 Ch●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 groūd 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 he● vncertaine honours Now