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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ODE X. To Licinius.
Be wise, Licinius, and avoid
To sail too near the Shore;
Nor tempt too far the faithless Deep,
Where Tempests loudly roar.
To sail too near the Shore;
Nor tempt too far the faithless Deep,
Where Tempests loudly roar.
Who loves the golden Mean, shall live
From sordid Want secure;
Nor feel the Tortures, which the Great
From Envy's Darts endure.
From sordid Want secure;
Nor feel the Tortures, which the Great
From Envy's Darts endure.
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Huge Pines with Winds are oft'nest rock'd:
The higher they ascend,
Towers heavier fall; Jove's vengeful Bolts
Aspiring Mountains rend.
The higher they ascend,
Towers heavier fall; Jove's vengeful Bolts
Aspiring Mountains rend.
A Mind well-disciplin'd is still
Prepar'd for either State;
In adverse hopes, in prosperous fears
Another Turn of Fate.
Prepar'd for either State;
In adverse hopes, in prosperous fears
Another Turn of Fate.
Jove spreads the Heavens with dusky Clouds;
The Clouds he chides away;
To-morrow's Sun may shine serene,
Tho' Fortune lours to-day.
The Clouds he chides away;
To-morrow's Sun may shine serene,
Tho' Fortune lours to-day.
Sometimes Apollo tunes his Lyre,
And wakes the Muse to sing;
Nor deals perpetual Death around
With his unerring String.
And wakes the Muse to sing;
Nor deals perpetual Death around
With his unerring String.
Bravely to bear Afflictions, raise
And fortify your Mind;
But wisely furl your Sails, that swell
With too indulgent Wind.
And fortify your Mind;
But wisely furl your Sails, that swell
With too indulgent Wind.
J. D.
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