 | The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) |  |
EPODE IV. To Mena.
When Wolves and tender Lambs agree,Expect to find a Friend in me;
Thou Wretch, whose Back the slavish Scars,
Whose Leg the Marks of Fetters wears.
Fortune has made you Rich and Proud,
But never can refine your Blood.
When with a Gown full six Ells deep,
The Sacred Way in State you sweep;
See, how the Crowd express their Scorn,
And sneer, and wink at every Turn.
That Slave, they cry, so much admir'd,
With whom the Whipping-Post was tir'd;
Now in his gaudy Chariot rides,
And in his num'rous Acres prides.
In spite of Otho's just Decree,
He sits and shines with Quality.
In vain our Fleets prepare to chace
The Rebel Pirates from the Seas,
Whilst such a Slave as this commands
The chosen Free-born Roman Bands.
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