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The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books

Translated into English by J. H. [i.e. John Harington]
(1627?-1700)

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First Book.
 1. 
To MÆCENAS. Ode I.
 2. 
To AUGUSTUS. Ode 2.
 III. 
Ode III.
 IV. 
To L. SEXTIUS. Ode IV.
 5. 
To PYRRHA. Ode 5.
 VI. 
To AGRIPPA. Ode VI.
 7. 
To MUNATIUS PLANCUS. Ode 7.
 8. 
To LYDIA. Ode 8.
 IX. 
To THALIARCHUS. Ode IX.
 X. 
To MERCURY. Ode X.
 XI. 
To LEUCONOE. Ode XI.
 XII. 
To AUGUSTUS. Ode XII.
 XIII. 
To LYDIA. Ode XIII.
 XIV. 
To the Roman State, then renewing Civil Wars again. Ode. XIV.
 XV. 
NEREUS his Prophesie of the ruine of Troy. Ode XV.
 XVI. 
To his Love. Ode XVI.
 XVII. 
To TYNDARIS. Ode XVII.
 18. 
To VARIUS. Ode 18.
 XIX. 
To GLICERA. Ode XIX.
 XX. 
To MÆCENAS. Ode XX.
 XXI. 
Upon DIANA and APOLLO. Ode XXI.
 XXII. 
To ARISTIUS. Ode XXII.
 XXIII. 
To CHLOE. Ode XXIII.
 XXIV. 
To VIRGIL. Ode XXIV.
 XXV. 
To LYDIA. Ode XXV.
 XXVI. 
To his Muse, touching ÆLIUS LAMIUS. Ode XXVI.
 XXVII. 
To his Companions, That they should not quarrel in their Cups, barbarous fashion. Ode XXVII.
 XXVIII. 
Ode XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
To ACCIUS. Ode XXIX.
 XXX. 
To VENUS. Ode XXX.
 XXXI. 
To APOLLO. Ode XXXI.
 XXXII. 
To his Harp. Ode XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
To ALBIUS TIBULLUS. Ode XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
To Himself. Ode XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
To FORTUNE. Ode XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
To POMPONIUS NUMIDAS. Ode XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
To His COMPANIONS. Ode XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
To His SERVANT. Ode XXXVIII.
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HORACE HIS SECOND BOOK OF ODES.
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HORACE HIS THIRD BOOK OF ODES.
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HORACE HIS FOURTH BOOK OF ODES.
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HORACE HIS BOOK EPODON.

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To his Companions, That they should not quarrel in their Cups, barbarous fashion. Ode XXVII.

The sober Jug, thing born for chearful use,
In quarrels, Frays 'tis Thracian-like t'abuse;
Come, such barbarous fashion leave,
Nor modest Cups of mirth bereave,
Through bloody Brauls; with Wine and Candle-light
How vastly jars that Persian sword and fight?
Friends, such impious Clamour cease,
And still lean on your Couch in peace.
Must also I sharp juice Falerian share?
Then let Megella's brother strait declare,
With what Wound he's blest, indeed,
With what Love-dart do's closely bleed.
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Refuse you then, at lower price than this
No drink: whatere inthralling Beauty 'tis;
She burns thee not with shameful Fires,
Unworthy Love, since thy Desires
Flow generously still: whoere it be,
Lay't up in faithful ears. Then is that She?
With gulf, alas, Charibdis-dame
Thou struglest fit for nobler Flame.
What Witch, Magicians art, what God is he,
With strong Thessalian herbs can set thee free?
To that three-form'd Chimæra ty'd,
Scarce Pegasus shall thence divide.
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