 | The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) |  |
ODE VIII. To Barine.
I should believe whate'er you swore,
Had Vengeance from some injur'd Pow'r
With the least spot your Beauties stain'd,
Your Iv'ry Teeth, or snowy Hand:
Had Vengeance from some injur'd Pow'r
With the least spot your Beauties stain'd,
Your Iv'ry Teeth, or snowy Hand:
But you, though perjur'd and forsworn,
Your Gods as well as Lovers scorn,
And still shine out more Bright and Fair,
The publick Grief and publick Care.
Your Gods as well as Lovers scorn,
And still shine out more Bright and Fair,
The publick Grief and publick Care.
'Tis your Delight to break your Vows,
Though by the Urn that does enclose
Your Mother's sacred Dust you swear,
By ev'ry God, and ev'ry Star.
Though by the Urn that does enclose
Your Mother's sacred Dust you swear,
By ev'ry God, and ev'ry Star.
You think, the Queen of Beauty smiles,
To see your little wanton Wiles:
The harmless Nymphs admire your Arts,
And Cupid laughs, and whets his Darts.
To see your little wanton Wiles:
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And Cupid laughs, and whets his Darts.
Your Lovers with your Crimes increase,
And still pursue and still address;
Whilst of your Falshood they complain,
And curse, but cannot break the Chain.
And still pursue and still address;
Whilst of your Falshood they complain,
And curse, but cannot break the Chain.
The aged Sire and tender Maid,
Are of your brighter Charms afraid;
Each Bride observes her Husband's Eyes,
Lest your's his wandring Heart surprize.
Are of your brighter Charms afraid;
Each Bride observes her Husband's Eyes,
Lest your's his wandring Heart surprize.
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