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The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books | ||
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To JULIA BARINE. Ode VIII.
There was no Cause, why he should trust Barine's swearing, since she grew Fairer through her Perjuries.
If punishment had seiz'd thee ere;
BARINE false for Perjury,
Did'st fouler by black Tooth appear,
Mark'd Nail unfree;
BARINE false for Perjury,
Did'st fouler by black Tooth appear,
Mark'd Nail unfree;
I should believe; but thou (ingag'd
By Oaths that faithless Head) dost shine
More splendid far to th' Youth enrag'd;
Their Care, Design.
By Oaths that faithless Head) dost shine
More splendid far to th' Youth enrag'd;
Their Care, Design.
It profits thee, urn'd Mothers dust
Through Vows abus'd those Signs of Night
To cheat whole Heav'n; Gods made unjust;
Scorn'd Death's affright.
Through Vows abus'd those Signs of Night
To cheat whole Heav'n; Gods made unjust;
Scorn'd Death's affright.
VENUS does laugh at these too ill;
Fond Nymphs, fierce CUPID jeer their parts;
While points on bloody Whetstone still
His flaming Darts.
Fond Nymphs, fierce CUPID jeer their parts;
While points on bloody Whetstone still
His flaming Darts.
Youth's Flow'r grows up to thee besides
New Servants spring, the Old leaving nought
That Roof their impious Mistress hides
Though threaten oft.
New Servants spring, the Old leaving nought
That Roof their impious Mistress hides
Though threaten oft.
Thee Mothers for young Sons do fear,
Thrifty old Sires thy tempting Gale
Their Husbands least transport, o'rebear,
Spous'd Girls grow Pale.
Thrifty old Sires thy tempting Gale
Their Husbands least transport, o'rebear,
Spous'd Girls grow Pale.
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