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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44467	Horace. The best of lyrick poets Containing much morality, and sweetnesse. Together with Aulus Persius Flaccus, his satyres. Translated into English by Barten Holyday sometime student of Christ-Church in Oxford.; Selections. English.	Horace.; Persius. Works. English. aut; T. H., Sir (Thomas Hawkins), d. 1640.; Holyday, Barten, 1593-1661.	1652 (1652)	Wing H2770; Wing P1662; ESTC R215958	54,400	133

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 surviving spare Horace But what if ancient Love returne And us with mutuall passion burne If I shake off bright Chloe's hope And doores to scorned Lydia ope Lydia Though he be brighter then a Starre And lighter thou then Corke by farre More angry then rough Adria I With thee would live with thee would die Ode XIV To the ROMAN PEOPLE This Ode containeth the praises of Augustus returning out of Spaine after his Conquest over the Cantabrians Herculis ritu AS Hercules sometimes was thought Bayes with life's hazard to have sought So Caesar now to us restores Our houshold Gods from Spanish shores The wife that with one husband pleas'd Let her come forth the gods appeas'd Octavia 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 maried trayne Of wives from evill 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 Unguents now prepare And vessell kept since Marsian warre If any such conceal'd hath been By wandring Spartacus not seene Let shrill Neaera here bee found With golden hayre in tresses bound But if the Porter make delay With churlish answer 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 TOMAECENAS All things lye open to Gold but Horace is content with his owne Fortune whereby hee is made happy Inclusam Danaën DOores strongly fenced and a Brazen Tower With carefull gard of waking dogs had power Fayre Danaë in stony walls immur'd From night-A dulterers to have secur'd Did not both Iove 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 tropes to passe then thunder The strongest Fortresses doth rent assunder The Argive Augur's house with all his State Desire of gaine did wholly ruinate With gifts the Macedonian did subdue Strong Citie gates and proud Kings overthrew Sea-men are snar'd with gifes and golden store ' Care growing welth pursues with thirst of more Then deare Maecenas well may I detest To vaunt my selfe with elevated 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 live Lord of a slender store Then were I sayd to hold upon my flore What the Apulian painfully hath till'd And in great wealth bee poore and never 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 advance Though mee Calabrian Bees no Honey give Nor wines in Loestrigonian Flaggons live till age make good the tast though no man knows That my rich fleece in fertile Gallia growes Yet from me craving povertie 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 unite the Phrygian plaine To Alliatts ample state and royall raigne Who much desire want much He richly lives Whom God with sparing hand sufficient gives Ode XXIV Against covetous rich men Intact is opulentior ALthough you richer be by farre Then th' Arabs Mines untouch't or Indies are Though you with deep pyles land would gaine Ev'n from the Tyrrhene and large Pontique Main If on your head sad Fate prevayLes Transfixing it with Adamantine nayles Yet can you not your minde set free Or life from snares of death exempted see The savage Scithyans better live Who in their Cates unconstant dwelling drive And rigid Getes whose common ground Doth in full store of Corne and Fruits abound And love their tillage to extend No longer then the yearly 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 sin Death the payment owes Oh he that would quite take away All impious slaughters and each civill fray If he the Citie 's Father care On statues to be stil'd Ah? let him dare So shall he future glory gaine Loose libertie with bridle to restraine But vertue living we despise And much admire it taken from our eyes But what need sad complaints be spent If vice be not cut off with punishment What profit Lawes in vaine compos'd Without good lives If neither Climes expos'd To parched heats Nor Northerne starre Nor snow hard crusted can the Merchant scarre Wise Marriners through rough Seas flie The greatest imputation Povertie Bids us doe that or suffer this Yet doth the painfull way of Vertue misse Then goe we to the Capitall Where vulgar voice troups of friends do call Or in the nearest Sea be bold Our gems precious stones with fruitles 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 seek the sharpest studies to instill Youth nobly borne as yet untride Feares hunting sport and speedy horse to ride Farre better skill'd Greek ●ops to ply Or Dice which ancient Romane Lawes deny Whilst his false Syre with cunning wiles His fellow neighbour and his guest beguiles And all this that he may prepare Great heaps 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. Heeperswadeth Lyde to spend the day dedicated to Neptune pleasantly 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 't is mid-time of the day And yet as if swift time did stay A Butt thou spar'st was Cellar-stall'd When Bibulus was Consull call'd With mutuall Songs wee le Neptune please And the greene-hayrd Nercides On crooked Lyre sing thou with art Latone and swift Cynthia's dart Whilst our last straine her praise unfolds Who Cnidos and bright Cyclads holds And Paphos with payrd swans doth view Yet Night wee le pay thee Verses due Ode XXIX TO MAECENAS Hee inviteth him to a merry Supper laying publique cares aside Tyrrhena regum OH my Maecenas sprung from royall straine Of Tyrrhene Kings Behold I doe retaine Long since by mee

tongues such as are these Profane requests O that some strong disease Would make my Uncl's brave rich funerall To bubble up O that my take vvould fall As I vvere vvorking on some sounding pot Of silver b Antiquitie made Hercules the propitious God for the finding out of hidden Treasure Hercules blessing my lot Or would I might expunge this yong rich Ward By vvhom from great possessions I am bar'd Being the next heire for he 's vvith scabs perplext And is vvith svvelling choller sharply vext There 's Nereus too has bu●●'d yee three vvives And I scarce O such men lead happy lives That these things thou religiously maist crave Of Iove in svvelling Tybers silver vvave Early thou vvashest tvvice or thrice thy head Purging the c Of this see Casaubon on T●●eophrastus p. 292. where he shewes their twofold manner of expiation And Brisson●●s at large lib. 1. de Formulis p. 8. night pollutions of thy bed Dost h●a●● ansvver n●e this and but disclose Thy thought in one small question I le propose What thinkst of Iove thinkst he may be preferd 'Fore some Whom be'rev'n d A wicked fellow that poysoned his brother brotherswife Staius art afeard And doubtst thou vvhether is the fittest Guard And juster judge for a yong guidlesse Ward This then vvhere vvith thou dar'st to prest Iove's eare Tell but to Status vvould he not ev'n feare To hears thee speake and casting up his eye Crie O good Iove and shall not Iove then crie Unto himselfe for vengeance What dost think Thou art forgiv'n because he 's pleasd to Wink At thy black deeds and sooner strikes a Tree With horrid Sulphure then Thy house and Thee When vvith his roaring thunders he doth chide The provvd high-mounting aire Dar'st thou deride The povv'r of Heav'n and play vvith Ioves fond Beard As if th' hadst leave because thou ne're vvast fear'd With some strange judgement or ne're yet did'st lie A vvofull spectacle to each mans eye Unholy to be shunn'd in some sad grove Then ceasing to be sacred unto Iove Or th' other Gods untill vvith sacrifice Th' Aruspex great Ergenna purifies The same by offring th' ent●als of tvvo sheep Or else vvhat i ft vvith vvhat revvard dost keepe The bribed eares of the corrupted Gods That they should only give indulgent nods At thy vast crimes i ft thy fair offering Which their sacred altars thou dost bring Novv you shall see some grandames or fond Aunts Whom vvomens Fury Superstition haunts Take up a tender infant in their armes And being skilfull to depell the harmes Of an e Of Fascination see Del. Rio. Mag. disauis 3. q. 4. Sect x. Romirez in his learned Pentecontarchus chap. 3 1 at large effascinating eye they 'le spet Upon their middle finger and then vvet With this their purging spettle the childs brovv And prettie lips Then vvith a humble vovv Dauncing him in their armes they'lk vainely spend Their poore leane hope in praying Iove to send This babe in time to some such happinesse As once vvealthy Licinius did possesse In fruitfull lands or such as Crassus held Who for brave houses Rome chiefe Lords excelle'd They vvish that Kings and Queenes may be at strife To make ev'n their best daughter His blest vvife And as for Maides say they Yee Gods above O let 'hem strongly strangely fall in love With his rare beaune● and that vvhereso'ere He treads a crimson rose may spring up there Brave brave But yet I vvill not bid my nurse Pray so● or if shee doe then good Iove curse Her Prayers though cloth'd-White she strongly cry Yet for thine Owne sake strongly still deny Thou vvishest for firme nerves and for a sure Sound body that vvould healthfully endure Untill old age vvhy be it that thy vvish Is granted by the Gods yet thy large dish And full fat sasage make the Gods delay To blesse thee and doe force good Jove to stay thou 'd'st faine grovv rich yet dost thou sacrifice An Oxe is that the vvay in vvealth to rise Then upon Mercurie the God of gaine With this thy offering thus thou cri'st amaine Let my domesticke Gods great Mercury Make all things happy in my familie Blesse thou my heards of beasts blesse thou my lambs And make my tender Yewes the happy damm's Of many young ones Mad●man vvilt thou see This is impo●sible it cannot be When as so many Heyfers fats doe frie In flames of sacrifice Yet doth he crie And vvith his Entrals and his daintie Cake Strives to o'recome and formerly will make The Gods to heare nor yet will hold his peace Now doth my field now doth my fold increase Now 't will be giv'n now now untill at last Deceav'd his great hope proving but a blast His money in his chest may make its mone For want of company yet sigh alone If for a gift to Thee some friend presents A silver goblet or rich ornaments Curiously graven in a massie bovvle Of purest gold straight vvay thy very soule Is touch'd vvith a strong passion and thou shak'st Ev'n Drops from thy left brest Vaine heart that quak'st Thus with a trembling joy Now because gold Thus pleaseth Thee hence 't is that thou dost hold The Gods are pleas'd so too and overla●'st Their statues faces that thereby thou maist Procure their favour with gold purchased From th' enemie which was in triumph led For those f The brasen Statues of the sonnes of Aegyptus all except one slaine by their new wives the daughters of Danaus Which brothers the Romans adored as Gods and were vainely perswaded that they sent dreames unto men brasse-brother-Gods that send a dreame Most true and purg'd from thick corrupted fleame Whereby in sleep men are disturb'd or feard Let those be chiefe and we are a golden beard Gold hath the pots of earth and brasse disdain'd Though us'd when Numa and good Saturne raign'd Gold likewise hath expeld the Vestall Urne Gold doth the Thuscan Earth to Gold novv turne Base stooping soules that groovle on the earth In whom there 's nothing testifies their birth To be from Heav'n Yet doth not this suffice But we must bring these our iniquities To the Gods Temples vvhere their pow'rs divine Doe dvvell and ev'n profane their holy Shrine As if there could be any thing in these Infected Carcases the Gods to please This flesh of ours makes us in vaine to spoile Sweet Casia by mixing it with oile To make us oyntments This doth make us straine The soft Calabrian fleece in purple graine This makes us vvith much art to pollish vvell Mother of Pearle dravvne from the fishes shell This from th' unpurged earth made us desire To straine out veines of gold by purging fire This sin and sinnes yet perseveres in sinne But you great Priests tell what doth gold within The holy Temple sure no greater thing Then g It was a custome among the Ancients for Virgins about to marry to offer their Babies as an ensigne