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ODE XII. To Virgil.
Zephyr
, Companion of the Spring,
Now smooths the Seas, and swells the Sail;
As o'er the Meads he spreads his Wing,
The Snows dissolve at every Gale.
Now smooths the Seas, and swells the Sail;
As o'er the Meads he spreads his Wing,
The Snows dissolve at every Gale.
Progne, a poor unhappy Name,
Begins to build her Nest, and sing
How she reveng'd a guilty Flame,
And punish'd an incestuous King.
Begins to build her Nest, and sing
How she reveng'd a guilty Flame,
And punish'd an incestuous King.
Their tender Flocks the Shepherds keep,
And tune the Pipe to rural Strains;
They sing the God who guards their Sheep,
The God who o'er Arcadia reigns.
And tune the Pipe to rural Strains;
They sing the God who guards their Sheep,
The God who o'er Arcadia reigns.
Come, leave the Noble, Rich, and Gay,
The Season's hot, and calls for Wine:
Bring your Perfumes, and come away,
A Hogshead, on these Terms, is thine.
The Season's hot, and calls for Wine:
Bring your Perfumes, and come away,
A Hogshead, on these Terms, is thine.
Your little Box of Odours buys
A certain Remedy for Care;
You know the Cellar where it lies,
'Twill quicken Hope, and kill Despair.
A certain Remedy for Care;
You know the Cellar where it lies,
'Twill quicken Hope, and kill Despair.
Come, with the Purchase in your Hand,
The Price is small, the Bargain great:
You know I boast no Wealth nor Land,
How then can I afford to treat?
The Price is small, the Bargain great:
You know I boast no Wealth nor Land,
How then can I afford to treat?
Fly, and leave Sorrow far behind,
Consider Death is at your Feet:
With Mirth and Wine unbend your Mind;
A Frolick, if well tim'd, is sweet.
Consider Death is at your Feet:
With Mirth and Wine unbend your Mind;
A Frolick, if well tim'd, is sweet.
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