The Works of Horace In English Verse By several hands. Collected and Published By Mr. Duncombe. With Notes Historical and Critical |
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| The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||
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ODE VIII. To Bariné.
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If e'er from Heav'n the slightest HarmThe false Bariné should alarm;
If for her Fault a Tooth or Nail
Were black, her Arts might still prevail.
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But she no sooner gives her Hand,Than strait she snaps the brittle Band;
Yet shines more eminently fair;
Of all our Youths the public Care!
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No Pain she suffers, tho' forswornE'en by her Mother's sacred Urn;
By all the Stars that deck the Sky,
And by the Gods who Death defy.
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Venus herself beholds with Smiles,And Cupid laughs at all her Wiles;
Still on his Whetstone sharp'ning Darts,
Warm with the Blood of wounded Hearts.
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Add that the Boys, who just attainTo ripen'd Manhood, court her Chain;
And former Lovers haunt her Door,
Who oft to quit the False-one swore.
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Thee, for her Son the Mother fears;Thee, thrifty Dotards for their Heirs;
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Should tempt their Consorts from their Arms.
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