A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace With the Original Text, and Critical Notes collected from his best Latin and French Commentators. By the Revd Mr. Philip Francis...The third edition |
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A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace | ||
Epist. XIII. To Vinius Asella.
Vinius, I oft desir'd you, ere you went,
Well seal'd my rhiming Volumes to present,
If Cæsar's high in Health, in Spirits Gay,
Or if he ask'd to read th' unoffer'd Lay,
Lest you offend with too officious Zeal,
And my poor Works his just Resentment feel,
Throw down the Burden, if it gall your Back,
Nor at the Palace fiercely break the Pack,
Lest my dear Ass become the laughing Sport,
The quibling Fable of the Wits at Court.
Well seal'd my rhiming Volumes to present,
If Cæsar's high in Health, in Spirits Gay,
Or if he ask'd to read th' unoffer'd Lay,
Lest you offend with too officious Zeal,
And my poor Works his just Resentment feel,
Throw down the Burden, if it gall your Back,
Nor at the Palace fiercely break the Pack,
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The quibling Fable of the Wits at Court.
Through Rivers, Steeps, and Fens, exert your Force,
Nor, when you're Victor of the destin'd Course,
Under your Arm the letter'd Bundle bear,
As Rustics do their Lambs, with aukward Air;
As Pyrrhia, reeling from the drunken Bowl,
Conveys away the Ball of Wool she stole;
Or in his Pride, a Tribe-invited Guest
Carries his Cap and Slippers to a Feast;
Nor loud proclaim, with how much Toil you bear
Such Verse, as may detain, even Cæsar's Ear.
Farewel, make haste; and special Caution take,
Lest you should stumble, and my Orders break.
Nor, when you're Victor of the destin'd Course,
Under your Arm the letter'd Bundle bear,
As Rustics do their Lambs, with aukward Air;
As Pyrrhia, reeling from the drunken Bowl,
Conveys away the Ball of Wool she stole;
Or in his Pride, a Tribe-invited Guest
Carries his Cap and Slippers to a Feast;
Nor loud proclaim, with how much Toil you bear
Such Verse, as may detain, even Cæsar's Ear.
Farewel, make haste; and special Caution take,
Lest you should stumble, and my Orders break.
A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace | ||