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An ODE.
Nec possidentem multa vocaveris
Recte beatum, rectius occupat
Nomen beati, que deorum
Muneribus sapienter uti,
Duramque callet pauperiem pati.
Horace.
Recte beatum, rectius occupat
Nomen beati, que deorum
Muneribus sapienter uti,
Duramque callet pauperiem pati.
Horace.
The man devoid of care and strife
Who thro' the various paths of life
Pursues the golden mean,
Blest in himself, serenely smiles
At fortune's gay, fantastic wiles,
For virtue is his aim.
Who thro' the various paths of life
Pursues the golden mean,
Blest in himself, serenely smiles
At fortune's gay, fantastic wiles,
For virtue is his aim.
On that firm rock his hopes are fix'd,
The source from whence, unstain'd, unmix'd,
His joys for ever flow;
Tho' tempests gather o'er his head,
His soul undaunted feels no dread,
For virtue wards the blow.
The source from whence, unstain'd, unmix'd,
His joys for ever flow;
Tho' tempests gather o'er his head,
His soul undaunted feels no dread,
For virtue wards the blow.
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Ambition spreads her snares in vain,
His soul contemns the gaudy train,
The pageantry of pow'r;
His hopes on higher views are bent,
He from the sky brings down content,
With all her heav'nly dow'r.
His soul contemns the gaudy train,
The pageantry of pow'r;
His hopes on higher views are bent,
He from the sky brings down content,
With all her heav'nly dow'r.
Soft tranquil joys around her throng,
To virtue only they belong,
Which cherish'd still increase;
And join'd with heav'nly charity,
Allure the soul to harmony,
And everlasting peace.
To virtue only they belong,
Which cherish'd still increase;
And join'd with heav'nly charity,
Allure the soul to harmony,
And everlasting peace.
Stella.
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