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The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books

Translated into English by J. H. [i.e. John Harington]

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To AUGUSTUS. Ode 2.

Many troubles fall upon the People of Rome, for Julius Cæsar's Death; the Empires hope rests in Augustus.

Now JOVE with Snows and direful Hail,
Hath well scourg'd Earth, made Romans pale,
Whilst fired hand with Toundring powers,
Toss'd th' holy Tow'rs.
World scar'd left PIRRHA'S dreadful Age
Reviv'd, when Monsters new did rage;
And PROTEUS his Sea-cattle drove,
On Hills to rove.

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When th' Elm did lodg the skaled Fry,
Once branched Perch where Doves did lye,
And trembling Does, though Forrest-bred,
Swam Streams o'respread.
We yellow Tiber saw recoil,
From Tyrrhene Shore, fierce Waves to spoil;
Romulean Tomb in proud disdain,
With VESTA'S Fane.
Th' uxorious Stream (for ILIA
Much griev'd) while boasts Revenge, does stray
The banks left side, and drowns the Land;
Scarce JOVE'S command.
Our Boys, (but few through Parents crime)
How civil Steel made sharp that time
Shall know more fit for Persian far;
Hear Tales of War.
What God should Romans call for stay
To th' sinking Realm, what Prayers may
From th' holy Nuns tire VESTA, found
Deaf to their sound?
Whom will JOVE chuse to expiate
Past murther's stain? (disclosing Fate)
White shoulders deck'd with Cloud, descend
PHÆBUS as friend.
Or VENUS, thou, whom smiles do dress,
The attendants joy and pleasantness;
Or Parent MARS, by thee respected,
Stock late neglected.
Now cloy'd with tedious game in Fight,
Whom tumults noise smooth Helms delight;
And Moorish Archers brow, to Foes
When dreadful showes.
Or dost thou HERMES, wing'd by birth,
Through changed Form present on Earth
Young man, well-pleas'd? Revenger raign
Of CÆSAR stain?
Late maist thou back return to Skies,
Long joyful shine to Roman eyes,
Nor swifter Gale bear thee from hence
For our offence.
Love more shouts here, Triumphant noise,
Romes Parent, Lord well, stil'd rejoyce;
Nor CÆSAR, let (whilst thou our Guide)
Medes careless ride.