Captains of ships to gold are slaves.
Though fierce as their own winds and waves.
Yet anxious care, and thirst of more,
Atttnd the still increasing store.
While you in humble rank appear.
Gracing the knighthood that 3rou wcÂ«r.
By your example tangbt, I dr^ad
To raise the far conspicuous head.
The more we to oursehrea deny,
The more the gods oqr wants supply.
Far from the quarters of the great,
Happy, though naked, I retraat.
And to th* unwisbmg few with joy
A blest and bold deserter fly,
Possest of what the greatdeqnse.
In real, richer potpp, I nse,
Than if, fsom fair ApuKa^s pUiii,
I stor*d in heaps the various grain,
While, of the wctkhjr mass secure.
Amidst the rich abundance poor-
The streamlet, Rowing thfongh my gnMmd}
The wood, which a few acres boond ;
The little farm of Hindly soil.
Nor Pithless tb its master's toil,
Shall tell the consul, wbose domatQ
Extends o*er Afnc's fertile plain.
Though of his envied lot possest.
He ne'er shall be like Horace blest.
Tbourb noi^tbefam'd Calabrian bee
Collect ^'^;o|den sweets for me ;
For me no Fdrmian vintage grows.
With meHowHi Warmth where Bacchus Â«owg|
Nor on the verdant Gallic mead
My flocks of richer fleeces feed :
Yet am I not with want opprest.
Which vainlj^ see^s the port <^ rest.
Nor wcMM thy bounteous hand deny â€¢
My larger wishes to, supply :
But while those wishes I restram.
Further I stretch my sipall domain
Than could I distant kmgdoms join.
And make unifckl empires mine :
For sure tbe state of man is such.
They greatly want, who covet much :
Then happy he, whom Heaven has M
With frugal but su^cient bread.
TO iELIUS LAMIA.
^Lins, whosft ancient lineage springs
From Lamns, founder of the name,
(From whom a sacred line of kings
Shines through the long records of fisow^
From whom th' illustrious race arose,
Who first possessed the Fomiian towen.
And reign'd where Liris smoothly flows
To fair Marica's marshy shores)
If the old shower-fbretellhig cronf
Croak npt bcr boding note in vaip.
To morrow's eastern storm shall strow
The woods with leaves, with weeds the DMinÂ«
Then pile the fuel while you may.
And cheer your spirit high with wine j
Give tp your slaves one idle day.
And fea^ upon the fatted swine.
Faunus, who with eager flame
Chase the nymphs, thy flying gamâ‚¬^
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tr m tender kid ^kbuo,
pmeh ftturniiig ymr, thy tew.
If with vine we raise the tool,
<SocUl Veow lores the bowl)
If thy consecrated shrme
Smoke wHIi odowtv-breatb dhrhie t
Gently traTdie o*er my boimds,
Gently throvgfa my somiy grounds^
Gracious to my fleecy breed.
Sporting o'er the flowery mead.
See my flocksin sportive Vein
Frisk ito^ the Terdant plain.
When through winters $kxwi thy day
Festal shines, the peasants play.
On the graay-4natted soil,
RoÂ«nd their oxen, free frooi toilÂ»
See the wolf ftnrgets hi* pcey.
With my daring lambs to play;
See the forests bendii^ head
At thy feet its honours shed,
While with joylnl tooi the swain
Beats the glebe he pkmghM with paint
Wbeh Inacfaus reign'd to thee is notorious,
"When slain for his country was Codrus the glorions;
When govemM the monarchs from Pc^eus de^
When Trey was besieg'd, and so bravely defended ^
3ut where the best Chian, or what it may cost ye,
Or how we may warm the long winter and frosty,
Or temper our water with embers so glowing,
All ! Telephus, here thou art strangely unknowiogi
Here's a bumper to midnight; to Luna's first
A third to our friend in his post of divining.
Come,^ up the bowl, then fill up your bumpers,
Let three, or thrice three, be the jovial of numbers.
The poet, enraptar'd, sure never refuses
His brimmers thrice three to his odd-nomber'd
But the Graces, in naked simplicity cautious.
Are afraid, more than three might to quarrels de-
Gay frolic, and mirth, to madness shall fire us ;
Why breathes not the flute, then, with joy ta in-
Why hang on the wall, in silence dolorous,
The soft-swelling pipe, and the hautboy sonorous ?
I bate all the slaves, who are sparing of labour :
Give us roses abundanti and let our old neighbour^
'With his damsel, ill-suited to such an old fellow,
Evett burst with his envy to hear us so mellow.
Poor Horace in flames, how slowly consuming !
For Glycera bums, while Chloe the blooming
Her Telephus courts, whose tresses are beaming.
As are the bright fays from Vesperus streaming.
pYtftHtfs, you tempt a danger high.
When yuu would steal from angry U-
oneu her cubs, and soon shall .fly
What wars of horrid form arise.
Through crowds of lovers when she fliea
To sedi her boy, and snatch the prize.
You shoot ^ she whets her tusks to bite;
While he, who sits to judge the flght.
Treads on the palm with foot so white,
And sweetly floating in the air,
Wanton he spreads his fragrant hair^
Like Ganymede, or Nireus fair.
to HIS CASK,
GtHTLB Cask of mellow wine.
And of equal age with mine i
Whether jrou to broils or mirth.
Or to madding love give birth i
Or the toper's temples steep
Sweetly in ambrosial sleep;
For whatever various use
Yon preserve the chosen juice.
Worthy of some festal hour.
Now the hoary vintage pour :
Come - C!orvinus, guest divintf.
Bids me draw the smoothest wind.
Though with science deep imbuedl^
He, not like a Cynic rude.
Thee despises^ for of old '
Cato*8 virtue, we are told.
Often with a bumper glow'd,
And with social raptures flow'dÂ«
You by gentle tortures oft
Melt hard tempers into soft ; _
You strip off the grave disguise
From the counsels of the wise.
And with Bacchus, blithe and gay^
Bring them to the face of day.
Hope by thee, h\r fugitive !
Bids the wretched strive to live ;
To the beggar yon dispense
Heart and brow of confidence;
Warm'd by thee, he scorns to fear
Tyrant's frown or soldier's ^pear.
Bacchus boon, and Venus fair,
(if she come with cheerful air)
An<( the Graces, charming band t
Ever dancing band iu hand ;
And the living taper's fiame.
Shall prolong thy purple stream.
Till returning Phoebus bright
Puu the lazy stars to flight.
TO DiAlf A.
Op groves and mountains gnanlian maid,
InVok'd by three mysterious names ;
Goddess three-form *d, whose willing aid
With gracious pow'r appears display 'd,
From death to save our pregnant damess
To thee 1 consecrate ^he pine,
' That nodding waves my villa round.
And here, beneath thy halluw'd shrine.
Yearly shall bleed a festal swioo,
That meditates the side-lonf wound*
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If on the new^boni Moon, with hanclB supine,
My Phidyle, Uboriuus rustic, prufs , '.
If she with incense, and a ravening swine.
And yearly fruits, her household godf appease.
Nor pestilential storm shall smite hef tines.
Nor barren mildew shall her harvesU fear ^
Nor shall her flocks, when the sad year declines.
Beneath its fruitage, feel the autumnal air^
Let the devoted bevda, that lowing feed
In snow-topt Algidon's high-branching wood.
Or the fair kinc of rich Albania, bleed.
And suin the pontiff's bailow'd axe with blood ;
The little gods, aronod thy sacred fire,
No vaÂ»t profusion of tlie victim's gore.
But pliant myrtle wt^aths alone require,
Anjl fragrant herbs, the pious, rural store.
A grateful cake, when on the hallow'd shrine
Offered by hands that know no guilty stain.
Shall reconcile th* ofiended powers divine,
When bleeds the pompous hecatomb in vain^
Though of th* unrifled gold possest
Of gorgeous Ind, and Araby the blest ;
Though with hewn, massy rocks yoo raise
Your haughty structures midst th* indignant seas 1
Yet, soon as Fate shall round your bead,
AVitli adamantine strength, itsterrours spread.
Not the dictator's po%(cr*shall save
Your soul from fear, youivbody from the grave,
Happv tlie Scythians, houseless train !
Who roll their vagrant ilwellings o*er the plain ;
Happy the Gttes fiÂ«rce and brave.
Whom no fix'd laws of property enslave ;
While open stands the gulden grain.
The free- bom fruitage of th' unbounded plain,
Succeeding yearly to the toil,
They plough >%ith equal tasks the public soil.
Not there the guiltless step-dame knows
The baleful draught i%r orphans to compose ;
No wife high-portion'd rules hei spou^j^.
Or trusts her essencM lover's faithlc>:s vows ;
The lovers there for dowry elaim
The father's virtue and the mother's fame.
That dares not break the nuptial tie.
Polluted crime ! whose portion is to die.
O that some patriOJ, wise and good,
Would stop this impious thirst of civil blood.
And joy on^statues to behold
His name, the father of the state, cnrollM !
Oh ! let him quell our spreading shame.
And live 10 latest times an honoured name.
Though 4iving Virtue we despise.
We follow her, when dead, with envious eyes.
But wherefore do we thus complain.
If Justice wear her awful sword in vain ?
And what are laws, unless obey*d
By the same moral virtues the\' were made ?
If neither burning heats extreme,
Where eastern Phoebus darts his fiercest beam,
Nor where the northern tempest blows,
And freÂ«;zcs down to earth th* eternal snows,
Nor the wild terronn of the ttiaia
Can daunt the merclunt, sad hiÂ» woyage Testtbt^l
If want, ah, dire disgraoe ! we fear.
From thence with vigooract, with patSeaee bear.
While Virtue's paths nntroddeo lie.
Those paths that kid as opwardito the riqr ^
Oh! let us consecrate to'Mr^
(Rome shall with tboota the piote deed af^note)
Our gems, our gold, pemicib* Aira !
Or plunge into the deep the bakial or&
If you indeed your erimef dclett.
Tear forth, uprooted firom the yootMbl brnsi.
The seeds of c0ch deprav'd desire.
While manly tolls c inner soul inipire.
Nor koawt our yo&tb, of Dobleit laoe.
To mount the manafp'd steed, or nnpe the chaie;
More skilPd in the oiean arts of vice.
The whirling troqoe^ or law-forbidden dice :
And 3ret bis worthies heir to raise
To hasty wealth, the peijur'd tire betraya
His partners, co-beJrs, and his firieads ;
Btt, while in b^apa hit wicked wealth aacead^
He is not of his wish poeteity
There's something wanting ttHl to make him bkst*
WHiTHBt, in a sacred ecstasy,
Bacchns, when foil of thy dirhiity.
Dost thou transport me ? To what giades ?
What gloomy carems, unfrequented shades ?
In what recesses shall I raise "
My toice to sacred Cttsar*s deathlesa praite.
Amid the stars to bid him shine,
Rank'd in the cotmcils of the powers divine ?
Some bolder song shall wake the Ijtc,
And sounds unknown iu trembling strings inspire.
Thus o*er the steepy mountain's height, *
Starting from sleep, thy priestess takes her flight;
Ama2*d beholds the Tbracian snows,
With languid streams where icy Heber flows.
Or Rhodope*8 high-towerrng head.
Where frantic choirs barbarian measnres tread*
O'er pathless rocks, through lonely groves.
With what delight my raptur*d spirit roves !
O thou, who rul'st the Naiad's breast ;
By whom the Bacrhnnalian maids, possest
With sacred rage inspir'd by thee.
Tear from the bursting glebe th' uprooted tree.
Nothing or low, or mean, I sing.
No mortal sound shall shake the swelling string.
The venturous theme my soul alarms.
But warm'd by thee the thought of danger charms.
When vine-crown'd Bacchus leads the way.
What can his daring votaries dismay ?
I LATELY was ftt to bc call'd upon duty.
And gallantly fought in the ferviee of beauty?
But now crown'd with conque&t I hang up my aTWy
My harp, that campaigned it in midnight alarms :
Here fix on this wall, here my ensignsjof,wÂ«is^ ,
By the statue of Venus, my torches tod bars.
And arrows, which thre^ten'd, by Cupid their UegjSp
War, war on all doors that dare hoA out ati^ew
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O goddess of Cyprus, and Memphis, thst know
Kor tbe coldness or weight of love-chiniD$? snow, .
With a high-lifted stroke, yet gently severe.
Avenge me on Cbbe, the proud and the fair.
â€¢ l^iEkcti from bet cubd the ravening fox.
Or wolf from steep T^nnvian rocks,
Or pregnant bitch, or chatterinjr jay,
lIl-onienM, guide tbe wicked on their way ;
Serpents, like arrows, sidelong thwart
The road, and make their horses start.
For those I love, with anxious fear
I view the doubtful skies, a prudent seer,
And bid tfie chanting raven rise
When Phoebus gilds his orient skies,
Ere speeds the shower-boding crow
To lakes, whose languid waters cease to flow,
Happy may Galatea prove.
Nor yet unmindful of our love.
For now no luckless pye prevails,
Kor vagrant crow forbids the swelling sails*
Yet see what storms tumultuous rise.
While prone Orion sweeps the skic8Â»
I know the Adriatic main,
And western winds, perfidiously serene.
But may the rising tempest shake
Our fo*, and dreadful o'er them break ;
For them the blackening ocean roar,
And angry surges lash the trembling shore.
When on her ball Europa rode,
Nor knew she press'd th* imperial ^od.
Bold as she was, th* affrighted maid
The rolling monsters of the deep sunrey'd.
Late for the rural nymphs she chose
Each flower, a garland to compose.
But now, beneath the gloom of night.
Views nought bm seas, and stars of feeble light
Soon as she tonchM the Cretan shore,
" My sirt," she cries, â€” ** aV! mine no more.
For every piouÂ«, tender name
Is madly lost in this destructive flame.
** Where am I, wretched and undone ?
And shall a single death atone
A virgin's crime ? Or do- my fears
Deplore the guilty deed with, waking tears ?
" Or am 1 yet, ah ! pure from shame,
Mock'd by a vain, <^jlusivâ‚¬ dream ?
Could I ray springing Bowrets leave.
To tempt through length of seas the faithless wave ?
" While thus with just revenge possest.
How could I tear that monstrous beast !
How could I break, by rage inspir'd,
Those-homs, alas ! too fondly once admir'd I
" Shameless, my father's gods I fly j
Shameless, and yet I fear to die.
Hear me, souÂ»e gracious, heavenly power^.
Let lions fell this naked corse devour.
" My/:hceks ere hollow wrinkles seize,
Ere yet their rosy bloom decays,
While youth yet rolls its vilal flood^
Let tigers fiercely riot in my blood.
** But hark ! I hear my fbthcr cry,
* Make haste, unhappy maid, to die !'
And if a pendant fiate you choose.
Your faithful girdle gives the kmdiy noose;
** * Or, if you like a headlong death, ,
Behold the pointed rocks beneath ;
Or plunge into the rapid wave.
Nor live pn haughty tasks, a ^inster elave^
" * Some rude barbarian's concubine.
Bom as thou art of royal line.'*'
Here the perfidious-smiling dame,
And idle Cnpid, to the mourner ^me; *
Awhile she rallied with the fair.
Then with a grave and serious air,
" Indulge/* she cries, ** thy rage no more, *
This odious bull shall yield him to thy power.
" Yet sigh no more, but think of love,
For know, thou art the wife of Jove ;
Then learn to bear thy future fame.
When Earth's wide continent shall boast thy naOiK.^
Say, what shall I do on the festival day
Of Neptune '. Come, Lyde, without more delaf^
And broach the good cmature, invaulted'tbat lies.
Cast off all reserve, and be merry and wise. -
The evening approaches, you sec, from yon hill t '
And yet, as if Phoebus, though winged, stood still.
You dally to bring us * cup of the best,
Condemn'd, like its consul, ignobly to rest. .
With voices alternate, the sea-potent king.
And the Nereids, with ringlets of azure, we'll sing.
From the sweet-sounding shell thy hand shall arai$^
Latona's, and swift-darting Cynthia's praise.
The gay-smiling goddess of love and delight.
Who rules over Cnidos, and Cyclades bright.
And guiding her swans with a soft silken rein.
Revisits her Papho^, shall crown the glad straiq.
Then to the good night, while bumpers elate us.
We'll sihg a fkrewel, and a decent quietus.
Dbscbmded from an ancient line.
That once the Tuscan sceptre sway'd.
Haste thee to meet the generous wine.
Whose piercing is for thee delay'd ;
For th6e the fragrant essence flows.
For thee, Mmcenas, breathes the blooming nWa^ ,
From the delights, oh ! break away.
Which Tibur's marshy prospect yields.
Nor with unceasing joy survey , :
Fair i^ula's declining fields ;
No more the verdant hills admire
Of TelegoB, who kill'd hi^ aged sire-
Instant forsake the joylipss feast.
Where appetite in surfeit dies, . .
And from the towered structure haste, .
That proudly threatens to the skies ;.
From Rome and its tumultuous joys.
Its crowds, and soioke, and opi^lence, ami noisib^'
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Where hedth-pie<erving plainness dwells,
lr(>r sleeps upon the iVrian dye,
T6 frugal treats, and bamble ceils.
With giateftti change the wealthy fly.
Sildi scenes have charm'd the pangs of care.
And smoottfd the cl6uded ftteheaid of despair*
Andromeda's conspicnond sire
Now darts his hidden btems fr6m fiur j
The lion shows his n^addcning fire.
And barks fair Procyon's raging star,
While Phcebus, with revolving ray,
SHngs back the bcrmings of the thirsty day;
Fainting beneath th^ sweltering heat.
To cooling streams and breezy shader
Th^ shepherd and bis flocks retreat.
While rustic sylvans seek the gladei,
Silent the brook ito borders laves,
Kor carls one vagrant breath of wind the wavoJ.
Bat you for Rome's imperial state
Attend with ever-watchful carcj
Or, for the world's uncertain fate
Alarm'd, with ceaseless terrours fear;
Anxious what eastern wars impend.
Or what the Scythians in their f ride intend.
But Jove, in goodness ever wise.
Hath hSd, iii clouds of depthfess night,
AU that in future prospect lies,
Beyond the ken of noorta) sig)it.
And laagfas. to see â–¼ain man opprest
With idle fears, and more than man distrest.
Then wisely form the present hoar;
Enjoy the blisS that it bestows;
The rest is all beyond our power.
And like the Changeful Tiber flows^
Who now beneath his banks subsides.
And peaceful to his natite oceaii glides:
But when descends a sudden shower.
And wild provokes his silent flood,
The mountains hear the torreht roar.
And echoes shake the neighbouring wood.
Then swollen with rage he sweeps away
tJprooted trees, herds, dwellings, to the sea.
Happy the man, and he alone,
' Who, master of himself, can say,
" To day at least hath been my own.
For I have clearly livÂ»d to day :
Then let to morrow's clouds arise,
Or purer suns o'erspread the cheerful skies.
*Â« Not Jote himself can now matkc void
The joy, that wingM the flying hour ;
The certain blessing once enjoyÂ»d.
Is safe beyond the godheftd's powe^ ;
Nought can recal the acted scene,
What hath been, spite of Jove himself, hath been.
" But Fortune, evct-chahging dame.
Indulges her malicious joy,
And constant plays her haughty game.
Proud of her office to destroy ;
To day to me her bounty flows,
And now to others she the bliss bestows^
" 1 can applaud her while she stays >
But if She shake her rapid wings,
I can resign, with careless ease.
The richest gifts her favour brings.
Then folded lie in Virtue's arms,
And honest Poverty's undower'd charms.
'* Tbongh the mast howl beneath the whdi|
, I make no mercenary prayers,
Nor with the gods a bargain bind
With future vows, and streaming tean^
To save my wealth from addhig more
To boundless ocei^s avnricious store :
" Then in my little barge PI) ride,
^ure amid tne foamy wave.
Calm will I stem the threattting tide,
And fearless all its tumults brave ; ,
Even theii, perhaps, some kinder gale, (siit'*
White the twin sUrs Bypoar, shail fin my joyfid
Mo^B durable than brass, the fram^
Which here I consecrate to fame ;
Higher than pyramids t'bait rise.
With royal pnde, to brave t&e skies ;
Nor years, though numberless the train.
Nor flight of seasons, wastntjr rain.
Nor winds, that loud in tÂ£rmpests break;
Shall e^er its firm founUatiOn shake.
Nor slUn ite funersif pyre consume
My fame; that nobler port shall bldoai
With yonth unfa^ding shall inmove.
While to th> immortal fane of Jove
The Vestal mAid^, in siidnt stat6
Ascending, on the pontiff watt.
With rapid course and deafaoing waves/
Where Aufidas impetvous rmvetf,
And where a poorÂ» enervate itrram
From banish'd Pannus takes its name.
O'er warlike realms who fixM his throne.
Shall Horace, deathless bard, be knoany
Who firrt attempted to inspire
With Griscian sounds the Roman lyre. '
With conscious priiife, O AfiMe divine !
Assume the honours justly thine ;
With laurel wreaths my head tanfuaadf
Such as the g6d of verse have crown'd.
AcAiK new tumults fire my breast f
Ah, spare me, Venus ! let thy suppliaflit Ms
I am no mote, alatf! tbeawahi
I was in 6ynara*s indulgtnt reign-
Fierce mothef of the Loves, no ii< rf>
Attempt to bend me to thy chahniig poÂ«Â«r,
Harden'd with age; but swift lepair
Where youth invokes theft with the soothmg piiy*
Wbuld Tou inflame, with young denr^
A bosom worthy of thy purest fire.
To Paulus guide, a welcome guert^^
Thy purple swans, and revel in hifc breast^
Of noble birth, and graceful Blade,
Nor silent When afiUction dains his aid,
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, ^â‚¬i with a bimdNd cJonqa^a|r Â«^y
IhdII wmvBtkf buocn viae o*er femato be^rtfc
When moreaucoenfol he riieU prtfrt,
Lod iangfa at livait, who with gifti make lovey
Thou ID a citinn doi&e ihalt etaa^,
'ora'rf bj the ictf Iptor't taitnatins fetaildi
Tliere sh&ll th' abundant iQCeose flame,
Lndthou transported quaff the rising steam |
There shull the powers of music! join.
Old ral$e the loog with harmony diTine ;
^ Thete shall the youths and virgins pay
'o thee Iheii: grateful offerings twice a-day.
Like Salian priests the dance shall lead,
jid many a maay meaeore roond thee tread.
For Bei alas ! those joys are o'er,
or me the vernal garland blooon do mora ;^
No more the feats of wiae I prOve,
Tor the delusive ho|te8 itf mutual love.
Yet why, ah ! fair-erie, ittll^too deÂ»r,
teals down my cheek th' involuntary tear ?
Or why thus falter o'er my tongue
*he words, which once harmonious pour'd along ?
Swift through the fields, and flowmg streams,
follow thee in vigjooary dreams ;
Now, now I sei2e, I clasp thy chaHns, *
nd DOW yon burst, ah, cruel ! from my lUrms*
to A>(TONIUS lUtOÂ«*
Ut, nfho to Pindar's height attempts to rise,
ike Icarus, with waxen pinions tries
[is pathless way, and from the venturous thenfe
ailing, shall leave to a2are seas his name.
As when a river, swollen by sudden showers,
Â»'er its known banks from some steep mountain
in profound, uameasurable ioog, [ponrs,
he deep-mouth'd Pindar, foaming, pouM aloDgÂ«
Well he deserves Apollo's laurell'd erown,
IThether new words he rolls enraptur'd down
npetuoas through the ditbyrambic etrains;
ree from all laws, but What himself ordams |
Whether in lofty tone sublime he sings
he immortal gods, or god-descended kings,
i^ith death deservUl who smote the Centaurs dire,
nd queue h'd the fierce Chimsera's breath of fire;
Or whom th> Olympic palm, celestial prize I
ictorious crowns, and raises to the skies,
k^restler or steed-^with honours, that outlive
he mortal fame which thousand statues give;
Or mourns some hapless youth in plaintive lay,
rom his food, weeping bride, ah ! torn away i
[is manners pure, his courage, and his name,
aatch'd from the grave, he vindicates to fame.
Thus, when the Tbeban swan attempts the skies,
nobler gale of rapture bids him rise ;
lut like a bee, which through the hree^ groves
(^itb feeble wing and idle murmurs roves,
Sits on the bloom, and with unceasing toil
rom thyme sweet-breathing culls his flowery spoil j
I, weak hard ! roond Tibur's lucid spring,
^ humbler strain laborious verses sing.
'Tis thine with deeper hand to strike the lyr#,
i^hen CaÂ»ar shall his raptur'd bard inspire,
nd crown'd with laurel, well-eam'd meed of war,
>rag the fierce Gaul at bis triumphal car;
Than whom the gods ne'er gave, or bounteous Fate,
o humah kind a gift more good or great^
l^or firom the treasures shall again mifi>M,
though Time roll backward to his ancient gold*
Be thine the festal days, the city's joys^