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The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books

Translated into English by J. H. [i.e. John Harington]

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To LOLLIUS. Ode IX.
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To LOLLIUS. Ode IX.

His Writings shall never perish; Virtue is smother'd, lost without the help of Poems: he will chant the praise of LOLLIUS.

Lest thou shouldst think those Words as vanish'd, gone,
Which I (born near far-sounding Aufidus)
Speak by Arts of late unknown.
With strings to be combined thus;
Although first Rank Mæonian HOMER have,
Yet not hid PINDAR SIMONIDES;
Sharp ALCÆUS Songs, nor grave
Which warlike Stesichor did please:
Nor what long since ANACREON lightly plai'd
Hath Time devour'd ought, still breaths the Love
Of Sapho, that Æolian Maid,
Whose fires on strings do chanted prove.
Not only HELLEN'S heart inflam'd ('tis told)
With spruce-comb'd Locks of fine Adulterer,
Cloaths admir'd orelaid with Gold,
Kings garb, resplendent Train from far.
Nor TEUCER from Cidonian Bow let fly
Fist Archer-shafts, nor Troy besieg'd was known
But once; Idomeneus high
Nor Stenelus fought wars alone
For Muses Song: not HECTOR bravely stout,
Nor stern Deiphobus did first endure
Doleful wounds for Sons (no doubt)
Belov'd and Wives most chastly pure.

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Many men breath'd ere Agamemnon's Age;
That now lye smother'd, lost, and undeplor'd
In longest Night, both Valiant, Sage;
Since reverend Poet want, record.
Virtue conceal'd not differs much from scorn'd,
Well-bury'd Sloath; my Papers shall not thee
Leave in silence unadorn'd,
Nor those thy Labours blasted be,
Without Revenge, by black Oblivion.
Best LOLLIUS, thou bear'st most prudent Mina
For Affairs, and even known,
When times of prosperous, Doubtful kind.
Scourge to false Avarice, reserv'd, and clear
From thirst of Coin, which all does draw, controll:
Nor provest Consul for one year,
But oft, as faithful Judg, thy Soul
Hath honest things advanc'd 'bove gainful, base;
And lofty scorn'd Bribes from injurious Hands
Of wrongful men, bold Arms displays
Unmov'd through their opposing Bands.
Thou shalt not truly stile Blessed that Man
Who much enjoys; more rightly Name of blest
Vaunteth he, who wisely can
Use guifts o'th' Gods with sober Brest:
As skillful knows hard Want withal t'endure;
Who worse then death doth fear flagitious Crime:
That Man dares to perish sure
For his lov'd Friends and Country-clime.
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Ode X. Omitted on good grounds.