The Works of Horace In English Verse By several hands. Collected and Published By Mr. Duncombe. With Notes Historical and Critical |
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The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||
ODE XVIII. To Varus.
No Plant, like the Vine, will on Tibur's mild SoilRepay my dear Varus, and crown all his Toil.
How lifeless the Dry and the Sober appear!
'Tis Wine, Wine alone, that can drown every Care.
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Who is silent in Venus' or Bacchus's Praise?
But let Prudence restrain you; and timely be taught
By the Feasts of the Centaurs and Lapithæ, fraught
With Fury and Slaughter, ne'er rashly to slide
O'er the Limits, wihch Mirth from Intemperance divide.
Blind Passion reigns ever, such Revels among;
Lust, the Arbiter only of Right and of Wrong.
Unbidden I venture not, white-vested God,
To brandish profanely thy Ivy-crown'd Rod;
Nor unfaithfully e'er to the Day-light reveal
The mystical Rites, which thy Branches conceal.
Restrain thy Horn, Timbrels, and Bacchanal Crew,
Whom Self-love and Vanity ever pursue,
With Crests high-exalted; and, clearer than Glass,
Leaky Faith, like a Sieve, letting every thing pass.
J. D.
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