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To His COMPANIONS. Ode XXXVII.
Whom he exhorts to Mirth, for the Actiack Victory.
Now let us drink, now freely dance;
Now's special time, Comrades, t'advance
Banquets 'fore the Gods on Bed,
Like MARS his Priests, bespread.
Now's special time, Comrades, t'advance
Banquets 'fore the Gods on Bed,
Like MARS his Priests, bespread.
Some crime Cæcubian Grape 't had been
To draw till now, whilst Ægypt-Queen
Sought through Romes sad funeral
For the Power Imperial.
To draw till now, whilst Ægypt-Queen
Sought through Romes sad funeral
For the Power Imperial.
With her diseased Heard and Train,
Foolish to hope what not in vain,
Drunk with her sweet Fortune made;
That fury though alli'd,
Foolish to hope what not in vain,
Drunk with her sweet Fortune made;
That fury though alli'd,
When scarce one Ship exempt from firing:
Whose frantick Soul, through Wine aspiring,
CÆSAR taught by humbling more
True Fears, with nimblest Oar.
Whose frantick Soul, through Wine aspiring,
CÆSAR taught by humbling more
True Fears, with nimblest Oar.
Pursuing her flight from Italy,
As Hawk doth tender Dove (or he
That scours through plain Æmonian Plains
The Hare) to tie in Chains
As Hawk doth tender Dove (or he
That scours through plain Æmonian Plains
The Hare) to tie in Chains
That fatal Bug: who, being of Mind
To perish Gallantly, declin'd
Sword-bred Female Fears, nor sought
For sculking Corners ought,
To perish Gallantly, declin'd
Sword-bred Female Fears, nor sought
For sculking Corners ought,
But Pallas durst destroy'd behold
With front compos'd: nay Vipers cold,
Shrouding each as Bosom-guest,
Drank Poyson through the Brest:
With front compos'd: nay Vipers cold,
Shrouding each as Bosom-guest,
Drank Poyson through the Brest:
More fierce through studi'd Fate, as though
Disdain'd in Liburn Ship to go,
And a Queen, no common head,
Proud Triumph to be led.
Disdain'd in Liburn Ship to go,
And a Queen, no common head,
Proud Triumph to be led.
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