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The xxvi. Ode in Hor. l. 3. Paraphras'd. |
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The xxvi. Ode in Hor. l. 3. Paraphras'd.
Vixi puellis nuper idoneus,
Et militavi non sine Gloria: &c.
Et militavi non sine Gloria: &c.
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Tis true, while active Blood my Veins did fire,And vigorous Youth gay Thoughts inspire,
(By your leave, Courteous Reader, be it said)
I cou'd have don't as well as most Men did;
But now I am (the more's the Pity)
The veriest Fumbler in the City.
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There, honest Harp, that hast of lateSo often bore thy sinful Master's Fate,
Thou a crack'd Side, and he a broken Pate;
Hang up, and peaceful Rest enjoy;
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Unmusical, unstrung like thee, sit mourning by.
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And likewise all ye trusty Bars,With whose Assistance heretofore,
When Love engag'd me in his Wars,
I've batter'd, heaven forgive me, many a Door;
Lie there, till some more able Hand
Shall you to your old pious Use command.
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But, oh kind Phœbus, lend a pitying EarTo thy old Servant's humble Prayer,
Let scornful Chloe thy Resentments feel,
Lash her all o'er with Rods of Steel;
And when the Jilt shall of her Smart complain;
This 'tis, then tell her, to disdain
Thy sacred Power, and scorn a Lover's pain.
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