Certain Selected Odes Of Horace, Englished and their Arguments annexed. With Poems (Antient and Modern) of diuers Subjects, Translated. Whereunto are added, both in Latin and English, sundry new Epigrammes. Anagrammes. Epitaphes [by John Ashmore] |
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CERTAIN SELECTED ODES OF Horace TRANSLATED.
Ad Mecænatem. Lib. 1. Ode prima.
The Argvment.
That many a way, most men assayTheir heads up high to raise:
Which he neglects, and most affects
A Lyrick Poets praise.
Mecænas
, of the race of Kings thy grandsires, bred,
O thou my chief support, & garland of my head;
Some with Olympian dust besmeard delight to ride
In Chariots, and the burning wheeles with skill to guide
Fast by the mark, whom victory and palms of praise,
With shouts unto the gods, Lords of the earth, doth raise.
This man's puft up, if fickle Romans doe agree
To reare him up with stiles of three-fold dignitie.
If he in Garners safely have laid up in store
His corne from Affrick brought, he careth for no more.
He that in peace at home delights his Land to till,
On no condition unto him proposed, will
Turne Mariner, and feare-full with a Cyprian plank
Cut out a way through hils and dales of billowes rank.
The Marchant, fearing windes that in th'Icarian Seas
Doe wrastle in great rage, the countrey life doth praise,
And their town fields: Then straight his shake-ship doth repair,
Vntaught the scorn-full wrongs of poverty to bear.
In froathing boawles of generous wine he healths doth drink,
And busies not his brain, of State affaires to think;
But careless under th'Arbute shade sometime he lies,
Somtime by th'holy well where bubbling waters rise.
In camps entrencht & trumpets sound som men delight,
And in stiff shocks of bloody wars that matrons fright.
The huntsman stayes ith' cold with hazard of his life,
Vnmindfull how hee left his young and tender wife;
Whether his trustie Dogges pursue the fleeing Deer,
Or the revenge-full Boars the toyles asunder teare.
The Ivie wreathes, rewards that learned for-heads get,
Me canoniz'd among the highest gods will set.
The pleasant groves, the light-foot Nymphs, and Satyrs dance,
Shall me above the vulgar sort of men advance,
If Euterpe my pipes stop not, nor the sweet Muse
Polymnia my Lesbian Harp to tune refuse.
But if that thou among the Lyrick Poets place me,
Not heaven it self can then with more cōtentment grace me.
O thou my chief support, & garland of my head;
Some with Olympian dust besmeard delight to ride
In Chariots, and the burning wheeles with skill to guide
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With shouts unto the gods, Lords of the earth, doth raise.
This man's puft up, if fickle Romans doe agree
To reare him up with stiles of three-fold dignitie.
If he in Garners safely have laid up in store
His corne from Affrick brought, he careth for no more.
He that in peace at home delights his Land to till,
On no condition unto him proposed, will
Turne Mariner, and feare-full with a Cyprian plank
Cut out a way through hils and dales of billowes rank.
The Marchant, fearing windes that in th'Icarian Seas
Doe wrastle in great rage, the countrey life doth praise,
And their town fields: Then straight his shake-ship doth repair,
Vntaught the scorn-full wrongs of poverty to bear.
In froathing boawles of generous wine he healths doth drink,
And busies not his brain, of State affaires to think;
But careless under th'Arbute shade sometime he lies,
Somtime by th'holy well where bubbling waters rise.
In camps entrencht & trumpets sound som men delight,
And in stiff shocks of bloody wars that matrons fright.
The huntsman stayes ith' cold with hazard of his life,
Vnmindfull how hee left his young and tender wife;
Whether his trustie Dogges pursue the fleeing Deer,
Or the revenge-full Boars the toyles asunder teare.
The Ivie wreathes, rewards that learned for-heads get,
Me canoniz'd among the highest gods will set.
The pleasant groves, the light-foot Nymphs, and Satyrs dance,
Shall me above the vulgar sort of men advance,
If Euterpe my pipes stop not, nor the sweet Muse
Polymnia my Lesbian Harp to tune refuse.
But if that thou among the Lyrick Poets place me,
Not heaven it self can then with more cōtentment grace me.
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Ad Licinium. Lib. 2. Ode 10.
The Argvment.
Those that desire soone to aspireTo happinesse of life,
By th'golden meane, the same must gain,
Which most is freed from strife.
Thou shalt Licinius better live, if still
Thy Bark thou doe not force into the Deep;
Or, ore-much fearing lest rough windes should fill
Thy sailes, too neer the crooked shore do creep.
Thy Bark thou doe not force into the Deep;
Or, ore-much fearing lest rough windes should fill
Thy sailes, too neer the crooked shore do creep.
He that regards and loues the golden meane,
Is not with smoak of his poore house blear-ey'd:
And, well advis'd, he blends not with the traine
Of mighty Princes that are most envy'd.
Is not with smoak of his poore house blear-ey'd:
And, well advis'd, he blends not with the traine
Of mighty Princes that are most envy'd.
Oft-times, the windes do toss the Cedars tall:
And stately Towers up-reard into the ayre,
With greater danger to the earth do fall:
And thunder-bolts the highest hils doe teare.
And stately Towers up-reard into the ayre,
With greater danger to the earth do fall:
And thunder-bolts the highest hils doe teare.
In all distress, a well instructed minde
Hope intertaines: And feares, when fortune smiles,
That suddenly shee'll turne and prove unkinde.
Ioue black fac't winters brings and them exiles.
Hope intertaines: And feares, when fortune smiles,
That suddenly shee'll turne and prove unkinde.
Ioue black fac't winters brings and them exiles.
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If now wisht-for success do thee refuse,
Think not that still it will continue so:
Sometime Apollo's Harp the drooping Muse
Strikes up, Nor bends he still his angry bowe.
Think not that still it will continue so:
Sometime Apollo's Harp the drooping Muse
Strikes up, Nor bends he still his angry bowe.
If clowds of hard mishap ore-cast thy day,
With beames of thy great courage them expell:
And when thy Ship doth dance upon the Sea,
Led down the sailes with too proud windes that swell.
With beames of thy great courage them expell:
And when thy Ship doth dance upon the Sea,
Led down the sailes with too proud windes that swell.
Ad Lydiam. Lib. 1. Ode 13.
The Argvment.
It much him mooves, that Lydia louesHis Rivall: And their life
He doth commend, whose loue to th'end
Continueth without strife.
When
Lydia thou of Telephus dost tell,
His rosie neck and plyant armes dost praise,
My liver then (alas!) begins to swell,
Enrag'd with wrath which nothing can appease.
His rosie neck and plyant armes dost praise,
My liver then (alas!) begins to swell,
Enrag'd with wrath which nothing can appease.
My colour, changing oft, doth plainely shew
How my perplexed minde is plung'd in woe:
And tears, by stealth from watry eyes that flowe,
Can nothing quench loves fire that still doth growe.
How my perplexed minde is plung'd in woe:
And tears, by stealth from watry eyes that flowe,
Can nothing quench loves fire that still doth growe.
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I vexed am, whether iarre-breeding wine
Caus'd roaring Boyes to wrong thy shoulders faire;
Or the Lust-raging Lad, those lips of thine
The wanton marke caus'd of his tooth to beare.
Caus'd roaring Boyes to wrong thy shoulders faire;
Or the Lust-raging Lad, those lips of thine
The wanton marke caus'd of his tooth to beare.
Beleeve me, he will never constant prove,
That rudely wrongs sweet kisses in such sort;
Those kisses, which the Goddess faire of loue
Graceth with the fift part of her best sport.
That rudely wrongs sweet kisses in such sort;
Those kisses, which the Goddess faire of loue
Graceth with the fift part of her best sport.
Thrice happy, and more happy, are they sure,
Whose mutuall love so banisheth all strife,
That pure and constant it doth still endure
Till Fates cut off their well-spun thread of life.
Whose mutuall love so banisheth all strife,
That pure and constant it doth still endure
Till Fates cut off their well-spun thread of life.
Ad Grosphum. Lib. 2. Ode 16.
The Argvment.
No outward thing thee well can bringVnto a quiet minde.
Within it is, that brings this bliss:
There helpe we best may finde.
The Marchant toyl'd in the Egëan Sea,
When Phœbe's face is vail'd with a dark cloud,
And the known stars from sight are fled away,
For ease unto the gods doth cry aloud.
When Phœbe's face is vail'd with a dark cloud,
And the known stars from sight are fled away,
For ease unto the gods doth cry aloud.
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For Ease, the Thracians (terrible in warre)
For Ease, the Medes (with comely quivers bold)
O Grosphus, to the gods still suters are,
Bought with no gems, with purple, or with gold.
For Ease, the Medes (with comely quivers bold)
O Grosphus, to the gods still suters are,
Bought with no gems, with purple, or with gold.
No treasure, neither Sergeant can arrest
The wretched hurly-burlies of the minde,
And cares with rest-less wings that beat the breast,
And in faire-fretted roofes still harbour finde.
The wretched hurly-burlies of the minde,
And cares with rest-less wings that beat the breast,
And in faire-fretted roofes still harbour finde.
He lives well with a little, that doth keep
His late Sires table furnisht with meane fare;
That is not robd of rest, nor scar'd from sleep
With hide-bound Avarice, or heart-scorching Care.
His late Sires table furnisht with meane fare;
That is not robd of rest, nor scar'd from sleep
With hide-bound Avarice, or heart-scorching Care.
Why doe we, short-liv'd things, on tentars set
Our greedy thoughts with vaine desire of pelf?
In climats furthest off, What would we get?
Who, from his Countrey exil'd, flees from himselfe?
Our greedy thoughts with vaine desire of pelf?
In climats furthest off, What would we get?
Who, from his Countrey exil'd, flees from himselfe?
Care, vice-borne, climbs into the brass-stemd ships:
In warlike troupes her selfe she slily shrowds:
Swifter then Stags, swifter then windes she skips,
That do disperse, and drive away the clowds.
In warlike troupes her selfe she slily shrowds:
Swifter then Stags, swifter then windes she skips,
That do disperse, and drive away the clowds.
Be Ioviall while time serves (Time will not stay.)
Hate curiously t'enquire what will betide:
Sowr discontentments with sweet mirth allay.
Entirely good, nothing doth still abide.
Hate curiously t'enquire what will betide:
Sowr discontentments with sweet mirth allay.
Entirely good, nothing doth still abide.
Vntimely death did stout Achilles slay:
Old age Tithonus did Epitomize:
And my birth-star perhaps grants me a day
To date my life; which thine to thee denies.
Old age Tithonus did Epitomize:
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To date my life; which thine to thee denies.
Faire flocks of sheep, fat heards of cattell low
About thee, and thy lustfull Mare with pride
Neighs out, now for the Chariot fit: and thou
Wearst purple, twice in Tyrian liquors dy'd.
About thee, and thy lustfull Mare with pride
Neighs out, now for the Chariot fit: and thou
Wearst purple, twice in Tyrian liquors dy'd.
The Dest'nie, ne'r deceiv'd, on me bestowes
A little ground, and veine of Poësie
Which from the pleasant Greekish fountains flowes,
And th'un-taught Vulgar wils me to defie.
A little ground, and veine of Poësie
Which from the pleasant Greekish fountains flowes,
And th'un-taught Vulgar wils me to defie.
In ambitiosum quendā & avarū. Li. 2. Od. 18.
The Argvment.
That hee's content with his small rent;When richer still doe crave,
And for more look by hook or crook
Though one foot in the grave.
No Ivory feeling, nor roofe adorned
With light-out-streaming gold, in my house shineth:
No beames from Hymet press pillars formed
Where the sky-touching hill Affrick confineth.
No wealth by ill meanes doe I win,
Nor for mee clyents purple spin.
With light-out-streaming gold, in my house shineth:
No beames from Hymet press pillars formed
Where the sky-touching hill Affrick confineth.
No wealth by ill meanes doe I win,
Nor for mee clyents purple spin.
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But of trust and wit some store have I:
To me but poor, come men rais'd high by fortune:
More of the Gods themselves ne'r crave I,
Nor greater things of my great friend importune:
I wish not for more land or rent.
Sabine alone yeelds me content.
To me but poor, come men rais'd high by fortune:
More of the Gods themselves ne'r crave I,
Nor greater things of my great friend importune:
I wish not for more land or rent.
Sabine alone yeelds me content.
One day another day expelleth,
New-moons soon die: Thou marble-trimmers hyrest
Ready to goe where Pluto dwelleth;
And, building, vainely to long life aspirest.
From Neptune thou the shore dost steale away,
Incroaching on the angry Sea.
New-moons soon die: Thou marble-trimmers hyrest
Ready to goe where Pluto dwelleth;
And, building, vainely to long life aspirest.
From Neptune thou the shore dost steale away,
Incroaching on the angry Sea.
What should I tell, how 'gainst all order
Thy neighbours land-marks alwaies thou removest,
And from thy tenants that upon thee border,
Ground pilfers: Thou from house and home out-shovest
Both man and wife, that wailing beare
Their houshold gods and children deare.
Thy neighbours land-marks alwaies thou removest,
And from thy tenants that upon thee border,
Ground pilfers: Thou from house and home out-shovest
Both man and wife, that wailing beare
Their houshold gods and children deare.
Yet hast thou (rich Lord) no assurance
So great of any house where thou remained,
As that thou shalt be kept in durance
Of all-devouring hell, and there restrained.
What wilt thou? None the grave can shun:
It takes the King, and the Kings sonne.
So great of any house where thou remained,
As that thou shalt be kept in durance
Of all-devouring hell, and there restrained.
What wilt thou? None the grave can shun:
It takes the King, and the Kings sonne.
Nor was hells Catch-pole with gold bribed
Wily Prometheus backward to bring againe:
He boasting Tantalus derided,
And his proud of-spring though they cry'd out amaine.
He easeth men cast downe with woe,
Whether they call on him or no.
Wily Prometheus backward to bring againe:
He boasting Tantalus derided,
And his proud of-spring though they cry'd out amaine.
He easeth men cast downe with woe,
Whether they call on him or no.
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Ad Posthumum. Lib. 2. Ode. 14.
The Argvment.
None can deny, we all must die.And riches to no end
Som keep with fears, which their glad heirs
Soon riotously will spend.
O Posthume
, Posthume, years doe passe away
Like glyding streames. Nor pietie can stay
The wrinkled brow, nor olde age hasting fast,
Nor death, that all attacheth at the last.
Like glyding streames. Nor pietie can stay
The wrinkled brow, nor olde age hasting fast,
Nor death, that all attacheth at the last.
Not if my friend, each day in all thy yeares,
Stern Pluto thou should with three-hundred Steers
Seek to appease. Three-headed Gerion,
And Tytius, ore the Stygian streame are gone:
Which all must doe that heer do draw their breath;
Both Kings, and silly Labourers of the earth.
Stern Pluto thou should with three-hundred Steers
Seek to appease. Three-headed Gerion,
And Tytius, ore the Stygian streame are gone:
Which all must doe that heer do draw their breath;
Both Kings, and silly Labourers of the earth.
In vaine from bloody broyles we take our ease,
And from th'encounters of the Adrian Seas:
In vaine in Autumne seeke we to avoid
The Southern blasts, whereby we are annoyd.
And from th'encounters of the Adrian Seas:
In vaine in Autumne seeke we to avoid
The Southern blasts, whereby we are annoyd.
We needs must see Cocytus heavie flood,
And Danaus cruell daughters staind with blood,
And Sisyphus that rowles against the hill
The stone that tumbles back upon him still.
And Danaus cruell daughters staind with blood,
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The stone that tumbles back upon him still.
Thy house, thy land, and wife to thee most deare,
Thou needs must leave: Nor to the mournfull beere
Will any of these trees that thou dost dress,
Attend on thee, but the sad Cyparess.
Thou needs must leave: Nor to the mournfull beere
Will any of these trees that thou dost dress,
Attend on thee, but the sad Cyparess.
Thy heire, more worthy, riotously will waste
Thy Cecube wines with many locks kept fast;
And die the pavement with high-spirited wine,
Better then Prelates drink of when they dine.
Thy Cecube wines with many locks kept fast;
And die the pavement with high-spirited wine,
Better then Prelates drink of when they dine.
Ad Pirrham. Lib. 1. Ode 5.
The Argvment.
He saith, their state is curst by FateThat Pirrha's baits inthrall:
From this gulf freed, vowd gifts with speed
That he hung oth'Church-wall.
What pretty youth, weltring in roses
With liquid odors overspred,
O Pirrha thee in's armes incloses,
When thou loves Lecture hast him read.
Ith' inner bower? Neglecting curious dresses,
For whom plaitst thou the gold-wire of thy tresses?
With liquid odors overspred,
O Pirrha thee in's armes incloses,
When thou loves Lecture hast him read.
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For whom plaitst thou the gold-wire of thy tresses?
How oft will he that at his pleasure
Enioyes thee now (alas) complaine,
That he is robd of that sweet treasure
By angry gods, and vowes made vaine?
How will he curse the Seas so soon that wrangle,
Whom such sly baits could not before intangle?
Enioyes thee now (alas) complaine,
That he is robd of that sweet treasure
By angry gods, and vowes made vaine?
How will he curse the Seas so soon that wrangle,
Whom such sly baits could not before intangle?
For he poor soule, deceiv'd, beleev'd
Thou wouldst be true to him alone,
And lovely: But his heart, now griev'd,
Thy false inconstancy doth mone.
His tents he in destructions black field pitches,
Whom thou untride, with thy fair face bewitches.
Thou wouldst be true to him alone,
And lovely: But his heart, now griev'd,
Thy false inconstancy doth mone.
His tents he in destructions black field pitches,
Whom thou untride, with thy fair face bewitches.
The Temples wall, that's consecrated,
To every eye the Table showes
Where my sad ship-wrack is related:
And how ith' midst of all my woes,
I hung to th'Sea god, after strange beseeches,
My doublet wringing wet, and cod-piec't breeches.
To every eye the Table showes
Where my sad ship-wrack is related:
And how ith' midst of all my woes,
I hung to th'Sea god, after strange beseeches,
My doublet wringing wet, and cod-piec't breeches.
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Ad Martium Censorinū. Lib. 4. Ode. 8.
The Argvment.
That to his friends he nothing sendsBut Verses: and this gift
Doth make mens name resound with fame,
And them to heaven up-lift.
Rich plate and Iewels, that do lively showe
The work-mans skill, I frankly would bestowe
Vpon my friends, O Censorine. I would
Give them faire tables garnished with gold,
In-layd with Ivory, on strong trestles set,
Th'high-priz'd rewards of valiant Greeks. Nor yet
Shouldst thou the worst have, if I did abound
With those things that Parrhasius have renown'd,
Or Scophas, to these present times; The one
Cunning in colours, th'other in hard stone,
To make a man, or god: But, this I want:
And of such ornaments thou hast no scant.
The work-mans skill, I frankly would bestowe
Vpon my friends, O Censorine. I would
Give them faire tables garnished with gold,
In-layd with Ivory, on strong trestles set,
Th'high-priz'd rewards of valiant Greeks. Nor yet
Shouldst thou the worst have, if I did abound
With those things that Parrhasius have renown'd,
Or Scophas, to these present times; The one
Cunning in colours, th'other in hard stone,
To make a man, or god: But, this I want:
And of such ornaments thou hast no scant.
Thou verses lov'st: I verses can give well,
And of this gift the worthy praises tell.
And of this gift the worthy praises tell.
No marble Statues with high titles wrought,
By which both breath, and life againe is brought
To noble Captaines after they are dead;
Nor Hanniball, with break-neck speed that fled
(When all his threats upon himselfe return'd)
Nor faith-less Carthage into cinders burn'd,
Doe more his noble acts commit to Fame
(Affrick subdu'd, that gaind a glorious name)
Then the Calabrian Muses. If they faile
To doe good deeds, it nought will thee availe.
By which both breath, and life againe is brought
To noble Captaines after they are dead;
Nor Hanniball, with break-neck speed that fled
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Nor faith-less Carthage into cinders burn'd,
Doe more his noble acts commit to Fame
(Affrick subdu'd, that gaind a glorious name)
Then the Calabrian Muses. If they faile
To doe good deeds, it nought will thee availe.
Had not the Boyes name long since from us fled,
Whom Mars (when Ilia lost her maiden-head)
Begot, if envious silence could from us
Conceale the acts of worthy Romulus?
Whom Mars (when Ilia lost her maiden-head)
Begot, if envious silence could from us
Conceale the acts of worthy Romulus?
From Stygian rivers, Æacus, set free
By powr-full skill of divine Poësie,
Is canoniz'd for ever to remaine
Amongst th'Heroës in th'Elysian Plaine.
By powr-full skill of divine Poësie,
Is canoniz'd for ever to remaine
Amongst th'Heroës in th'Elysian Plaine.
Praise-worthy men the Muse forbids to die:
The Muse men blesseth with eternitie.
Great-hearted Hercules is so Ioues guest,
And frolicks with him at his wished feast.
The two Tindarian twins, so, safely keep
The Ships, though tost in billowes of the Deep.
The Muse men blesseth with eternitie.
Great-hearted Hercules is so Ioues guest,
And frolicks with him at his wished feast.
The two Tindarian twins, so, safely keep
The Ships, though tost in billowes of the Deep.
So Mars (his temples circled with vine-bowes)
Grants mens requests, and binds them to their vowes.
Grants mens requests, and binds them to their vowes.
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Ad Lydiam. Lib. 3. Ode 9.
The Argvment.
Though late some iarre did them debarFrom kindness us'd before:
Yet ioyntly now, they make a vow
Of love for ever-more.
While lately Lydia thou didst love me,
When thy white neck I in mine arms (then blest) did fold,
And thou no Gallant grac't above me,
I then the Persian King more happy was inrould.
When thy white neck I in mine arms (then blest) did fold,
And thou no Gallant grac't above me,
I then the Persian King more happy was inrould.
Lyd.
While Horace thine affections flame
Was firme, and Lydia thou then Chloë 'steemd not less,
Thy Lydia then, of no meane fame,
I liv'd more honor'd then the Roman Emperess.
Was firme, and Lydia thou then Chloë 'steemd not less,
Thy Lydia then, of no meane fame,
I liv'd more honor'd then the Roman Emperess.
Hor.
Now Thracian Chlo' has my heart sure,
That sweetly bears a part in prick-song, and can play:
For whom I would deaths paine indure,
If so the Dest'nies would put off her dying day.
That sweetly bears a part in prick-song, and can play:
For whom I would deaths paine indure,
If so the Dest'nies would put off her dying day.
Lyd.
Kinde Caläis, and me Love so
Heats with mutuall fire, dispersing clouds of strife,
That twice I death would undergo
If for my Boy I could renew his lease of life.
Heats with mutuall fire, dispersing clouds of strife,
That twice I death would undergo
If for my Boy I could renew his lease of life.
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What if old Love to us wing make,
And us now severd, in still lasting links do binde?
If gold-haird Chloë I forsake,
And Lydia my door ne'r shut against her finde?
And us now severd, in still lasting links do binde?
If gold-haird Chloë I forsake,
And Lydia my door ne'r shut against her finde?
Lyd.
Though he be fairer then a starre,
Thou lighter then the cork that still doth floting lie,
And angrier then enrag'd Seas farre;
I love with thee to live, with thee I wish to die.
Thou lighter then the cork that still doth floting lie,
And angrier then enrag'd Seas farre;
I love with thee to live, with thee I wish to die.
Eadem aliter.
The Argvment.
In one state they can never stay,Whom Cupids toyes intangle:
What now they chuse, they straight refuse
Still fickle and new-fangle.
When I enioy'd thee without check,
And none more welcome did embrace
The snowie treasure of thy neck,
The Persian Monarke gave me place.
And none more welcome did embrace
The snowie treasure of thy neck,
The Persian Monarke gave me place.
Lyd.
While thou lov'd not another more,
Nor Chloë bare away the bell
From Lydia renownd before,
I Roman Ilia did excell.
Nor Chloë bare away the bell
From Lydia renownd before,
I Roman Ilia did excell.
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Chloë, my Mistris, is of Thrace,
Whose warbling voyce by skill is led:
For whom I would see Death's pale face,
If she might live when I am dead.
Whose warbling voyce by skill is led:
For whom I would see Death's pale face,
If she might live when I am dead.
Lyd.
Now Calais is my hearts delight.
He answers me with love againe:
For whom I twice with Death would fight,
If he my halfe-selfe might remaine.
He answers me with love againe:
For whom I twice with Death would fight,
If he my halfe-selfe might remaine.
Hor.
What if sweet Venus doe revive,
And true-loues-knot between us tie?
If from my thoughts faire Chlo' I drive,
If my doore ope when Lydia's nie?
And true-loues-knot between us tie?
If from my thoughts faire Chlo' I drive,
If my doore ope when Lydia's nie?
Lyd.
Though he then stars be fairer farre,
Thou angrier then the raging Seas
When 'gainst the sturdy rocks they warre:
With thee I'll live and end my dayes.
Thou angrier then the raging Seas
When 'gainst the sturdy rocks they warre:
With thee I'll live and end my dayes.
Eadem paulo fusius.
The Argvment.
The storme now spent of discontent(If Lovers words be true)
The bonds againe (still to remaine)
Of loue we will renew.
When I had scal'd, and did possesse
The happy Fortress of thy love,
And all assaylants comfortless
Tir'd with long siege did thence remove;
In Fortunes lap, who then, but I,
By Venus luld-asleep did lie?
The happy Fortress of thy love,
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Tir'd with long siege did thence remove;
In Fortunes lap, who then, but I,
By Venus luld-asleep did lie?
While thou this lovely fort kept well,
And thy affections did not range,
Nor 'gainst thee oft made vowes rebell,
Nor Lydia did for Chloë change,
No Princesse was more blest in earth,
I then did draw most happy breath.
And thy affections did not range,
Nor 'gainst thee oft made vowes rebell,
Nor Lydia did for Chloë change,
No Princesse was more blest in earth,
I then did draw most happy breath.
Hor.
Now Thracian Chloë hath the raines
Of my affection in her hands,
Skilfull in Musicks sweetest straines,
And well to play she understands:
For whom I would breathe out my last,
If she might live when my life's past.
Lyd.
Well featur'd Calaïs is my ioy:
He hath possession of my heart:
He sets me free from all annoy:
He love for loue doth still impart:
For him I twice would death endure,
If him long life it might procure.
Hor.
What are our iarres if Venus smile,
And (cunning) with her grace-full traine,
Our mindes distracted reconcile,
And binde us in a stedfast chaine?
If from my house faire Chlo' I reave,
That it my Lydia may receiue?
Lyd.
Though he in beauty farre excell
The stars, the fairest youth alive:
And thou unconstant be, and fell,
As waves against the windes that strive;
With thee I would in life remaine,
With thee I death would intertaine.
The stars, the fairest youth alive:
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As waves against the windes that strive;
With thee I would in life remaine,
With thee I death would intertaine.
Ad Melpomenen. Lib. 4. Ode 3.
The Argvment.
Whose birth the Muse doth not refuseTo grace with friendly eye,
Shall glory gaine, by the sweet veine
Of divine Poësie.
Whose birth Melpomeney
Thou smiling look'st upon,
No toyle in Isthmos him can make
A famous Champion.
Thou smiling look'st upon,
No toyle in Isthmos him can make
A famous Champion.
No stately Steeds shall draw,
Contending for the prize,
His conquering Charet going on
With ioyfull shouts and cryes.
Contending for the prize,
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With ioyfull shouts and cryes.
Nor good successe in warre,
To th'Capitoll him brings
Adornd with bayes, because the threats
He batterd of proud Kings.
To th'Capitoll him brings
Adornd with bayes, because the threats
He batterd of proud Kings.
But waters, that their course
By fertill Tiber take,
And woods with leaves thick-clad shall him
Renownd by verses make.
By fertill Tiber take,
And woods with leaves thick-clad shall him
Renownd by verses make.
The Gallants of great Rome
Amongst the crue recite me
Of lovely Poëts: Envie now,
With venim split, less bites me.
Amongst the crue recite me
Of lovely Poëts: Envie now,
With venim split, less bites me.
O Muse, that guid'st the strings
Of the sweet warbling Lute:
O thou that if thou wilt canst give
Swans notes to fishes mute;
Of the sweet warbling Lute:
O thou that if thou wilt canst give
Swans notes to fishes mute;
It's thy free gift, that me
Her Poët Rome doth call:
It's by thee that I breath, and please,
If ought I please at all.
Her Poët Rome doth call:
It's by thee that I breath, and please,
If ought I please at all.
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Laudes rei rusticæ. Epod. 2.
The Argvment.
He many wayes the life doth praise,That menith' countrey finde:
Amongst the rest, he likes that best
For quietnes of minde.
Hee's blest, from City turmoyls free
(As whilome men were wont to be)
His Sire-less land with his owne steers
That plowes, and Vsurers ne'r feares.
Alarums fierce him doe not raise,
Nor trembles he at th'angry Seas:
He the proud gates of great men flees.
To Lawyers he creeps not with fees;
But to the youthfull Vine doth wed
The Poplar with his stately head,
Or else dead branches off doth cut,
And better in their roome doth put.
Or in the winding valley he,
Sees where his heads of cattell be;
Or hony layes up safe to keep
In pots, or sheares his feeble sheep:
Or when Autumnus head is crownd
With apples ripe in each field found,
How glad's he peares he graft to pull,
Or grapes of pleasant liquorfull,
With which he Priape thee rewards,
Or Sylvan that the fields regards?
(As whilome men were wont to be)
His Sire-less land with his owne steers
That plowes, and Vsurers ne'r feares.
Alarums fierce him doe not raise,
Nor trembles he at th'angry Seas:
He the proud gates of great men flees.
To Lawyers he creeps not with fees;
But to the youthfull Vine doth wed
The Poplar with his stately head,
Or else dead branches off doth cut,
And better in their roome doth put.
Or in the winding valley he,
Sees where his heads of cattell be;
Or hony layes up safe to keep
In pots, or sheares his feeble sheep:
Or when Autumnus head is crownd
With apples ripe in each field found,
How glad's he peares he graft to pull,
Or grapes of pleasant liquorfull,
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Or Sylvan that the fields regards?
Now under th'aged Oke he'll rest,
Now on the grass, as he likes best.
Meane while from hils the waters fling,
And in the woods the birds doe sing,
The bubbling fountains murmurings make,
And him invite a nap to to take.
Now on the grass, as he likes best.
Meane while from hils the waters fling,
And in the woods the birds doe sing,
The bubbling fountains murmurings make,
And him invite a nap to to take.
But, when sharp winter cold doth blowe
Ith' thundring ayre with sleet and snowe,
With dogs he drives the eager Bore
Into the toyles prepar'd before;
Or stretches forth his nets on stakes,
With which the greedy Thrush he takes,
The farre-come Crane, or fear-full Hare
(His pains sweet pay) he doth insnare.
Thus busi'd, who doth not forget
The cares that lazie Lovers fret?
Ith' thundring ayre with sleet and snowe,
With dogs he drives the eager Bore
Into the toyles prepar'd before;
Or stretches forth his nets on stakes,
With which the greedy Thrush he takes,
The farre-come Crane, or fear-full Hare
(His pains sweet pay) he doth insnare.
Thus busi'd, who doth not forget
The cares that lazie Lovers fret?
But if his modest wife part beare
In guiding th'house and children dear
(As Sabines and the sun-burnt wife
Of sterne Apulia led their life)
And sacred fire of dry wood burne
Against her Good-man home returne:
If the milch Yewes to Fold she bring,
And milking them doe something sing,
And draw forth wine, and spread the boord
With th'unbought cates the Farms affoord,
No Leverine shell-fish more likes me,
Nor Bret, nor dainty Golden-eye,
In Eastern Seas if any tost
A storm doe drive upon our Coast.
I love not more an Affrick hen,
Nor the Ionian Attagen,
Then Olives ripe, that gathered be
From fattest branches of the tree;
Or Rheubarb that doth love the field,
Or Mallowes that good physick yeeld,
Or Lamb slain at the Land-marks feast,
Or Kid from the Wolves iawes releast.
In guiding th'house and children dear
(As Sabines and the sun-burnt wife
Of sterne Apulia led their life)
And sacred fire of dry wood burne
Against her Good-man home returne:
If the milch Yewes to Fold she bring,
And milking them doe something sing,
And draw forth wine, and spread the boord
With th'unbought cates the Farms affoord,
No Leverine shell-fish more likes me,
Nor Bret, nor dainty Golden-eye,
In Eastern Seas if any tost
A storm doe drive upon our Coast.
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Nor the Ionian Attagen,
Then Olives ripe, that gathered be
From fattest branches of the tree;
Or Rheubarb that doth love the field,
Or Mallowes that good physick yeeld,
Or Lamb slain at the Land-marks feast,
Or Kid from the Wolves iawes releast.
Thus feasting, how much doth't him good
To see his full-fed flocks home scud?
To see, with necks faint, drouping how
The Oxen draw the turnd-up plow?
And Hindes; the swarme rich men desire,
Beaking themselves before the fire?
To see his full-fed flocks home scud?
To see, with necks faint, drouping how
The Oxen draw the turnd-up plow?
And Hindes; the swarme rich men desire,
Beaking themselves before the fire?
The Vsurer Alphëus (this said)
A countrey life then needs would lead:
Ith' Ides his mony forth, cald-in;
Ith' Calends it layes out agen.
A countrey life then needs would lead:
Ith' Ides his mony forth, cald-in;
Ith' Calends it layes out agen.
Ad Authorem.
[_]
This Ode following, came unto my hands under the name of Mr. Ben. Iohnson: which (for the happy imitation of Horace) I have also published.
The Argvment.
Till his Sire true doe claim his due,This Infant I doe cherish:
Though without name, it were a shame
It should in darknes perish.
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Remember, when blinde Fortune knits her brow,
Thy minde be not deiected over-lowe:
Nor let thy thoughts too insolently swell,
Though all thy hopes doe prosper ne'r so well.
For, drink thy teares, with sorrow still opprest,
Or taste pure wine, secure and ever blest,
In those remote, and pleasant shady fields
Where stately Pine and Poplar shadow yeelds,
Or circling streames that warble, passing by;
All will not help, sweet friend: For, thou must die.
Thy minde be not deiected over-lowe:
Nor let thy thoughts too insolently swell,
Though all thy hopes doe prosper ne'r so well.
For, drink thy teares, with sorrow still opprest,
Or taste pure wine, secure and ever blest,
In those remote, and pleasant shady fields
Where stately Pine and Poplar shadow yeelds,
Or circling streames that warble, passing by;
All will not help, sweet friend: For, thou must die.
The house, thou hast, thou once must leave behind thee,
And those sweet babes thou often kissest kindly:
And when th'hast gotten all the wealth thou can,
Thy paines is taken for another man.
And those sweet babes thou often kissest kindly:
And when th'hast gotten all the wealth thou can,
Thy paines is taken for another man.
Alas! what poor advantage doth it bring,
To boast thy selfe descended of a King!
When those, that haue no house to hide their heads,
Finde in their grave as warm and easie beds.
To boast thy selfe descended of a King!
When those, that haue no house to hide their heads,
Finde in their grave as warm and easie beds.
Ad Torquatuin. Li. 4. Od. 7.
The Argvment.
Goods got with care, we should not spare,But spend them merily:
It then best fits, while time permits;
Which soon us hence will carry.
The snowes are fled, the fields are clad with grasse,
And leaves trees prank:
Times change, and floods decreasing pass
Not their know'n bank.
The Graces, with the Nymphs nak't on the strand,
The Measures sweetly dance, hand ioynd in hand.
And leaves trees prank:
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Not their know'n bank.
The Graces, with the Nymphs nak't on the strand,
The Measures sweetly dance, hand ioynd in hand.
The Yeare and Night, that cancels the fair day,
Shewes we must die:
Cold by the Spring, the Spring is driven away
By Summer nie:
Summer to Autumne yeelds, that pours forth graine:
Then barren Winter takes his roome againe.
Shewes we must die:
Cold by the Spring, the Spring is driven away
By Summer nie:
Summer to Autumne yeelds, that pours forth graine:
Then barren Winter takes his roome againe.
Yet the swift Moones their losses soon repaire:
But, when we shall
Come where good Anchus and Æneas are,
To dust we fall.
How know'st thou, whether the great gods will give
Thee one day longer in the world to live?
But, when we shall
Come where good Anchus and Æneas are,
To dust we fall.
How know'st thou, whether the great gods will give
Thee one day longer in the world to live?
Thy friendly gifts the clutches scape alone
Of thy glad heire.
When thou iust Minos doome hast undergone
(Layd on the beere)
Nor thy high birth (Torquatus) nor thy wit,
Nor piety thee thence will ever quit.
Of thy glad heire.
When thou iust Minos doome hast undergone
(Layd on the beere)
Nor thy high birth (Torquatus) nor thy wit,
Nor piety thee thence will ever quit.
Diana, Patroness of chastitie,
Could not recall
Hyppolitus, that in dark vaults did lie
Of Pluto's hall:
Nor Theseus the infernall chains could rend,
That captive held Pyrithous, his friend.
Could not recall
Hyppolitus, that in dark vaults did lie
Of Pluto's hall:
Nor Theseus the infernall chains could rend,
That captive held Pyrithous, his friend.
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Ad Chloen. Lib. 1. Ode 23.
The Argvment.
That there's no cause, from Cupids lawesWhy Chloë free should sit;
For Hymens rites, and sweet delights,
Since shee's already fit.
Thou shunn'st me, Chloë; like the Fawn
Missing her mother in the Lawn,
That trips to th'hills, in feare
Of every blast and breare.
Missing her mother in the Lawn,
That trips to th'hills, in feare
Of every blast and breare.
For, whether windes amongst leaves rustle,
Or Lizards in the brambles bustle,
Shee trembles at the hart,
And quakes in every part.
Or Lizards in the brambles bustle,
Shee trembles at the hart,
And quakes in every part.
I come not Tiger-like to ill thee,
Or as a Lion fierce to kill thee:
Still follow not thy mother,
Now fitter for another.
Or as a Lion fierce to kill thee:
Still follow not thy mother,
Now fitter for another.
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Ad Aristium Fuscum. Lib. 1. Ode. 22.
The Argvment.
If thou, within, doe feele no sinne,That tortureth thy minde,
Thou maist from thence a sure defence
Against all dangers finde.
An upright man, and honest liver
(O Fuscus) needs nor bowe, nor speares
Of the black Moore, nor yet the quiver
He full of poysoned arrowes weares;
(O Fuscus) needs nor bowe, nor speares
Of the black Moore, nor yet the quiver
He full of poysoned arrowes weares;
Whether through Circes scalding Sands,
Or craggy Caucasus, he goe,
Or places where through many Lands
Hydaspes streams doe gently flowe.
Or craggy Caucasus, he goe,
Or places where through many Lands
Hydaspes streams doe gently flowe.
For, in the Sabine wood while I
Of Lalage sung without dread,
And rom'd with care-less liberty,
A Wolf from me unarmed fled;
Of Lalage sung without dread,
And rom'd with care-less liberty,
A Wolf from me unarmed fled;
An hideous beast: whose like ith' groves
Of warlike Daunia doth not dwell;
Nor in Morisco's Desarts roves
The dry-nurse of the Lions fell.
Of warlike Daunia doth not dwell;
Nor in Morisco's Desarts roves
The dry-nurse of the Lions fell.
Ith' dull fields set me, where no tree
Releeved is with gentle aire;
That ne'r from clouds, and mists is free,
But still doth angry tempests beare.
Releeved is with gentle aire;
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But still doth angry tempests beare.
Vnder the glorious chaire me set,
Whence Phœbus mounting up on high,
The earth with burning rayes doth beat,
And dwellings unto men deny;
I Lalagen will love the whiles,
That sweetly speakes, and sweetly smiles.
Whence Phœbus mounting up on high,
The earth with burning rayes doth beat,
And dwellings unto men deny;
I Lalagen will love the whiles,
That sweetly speakes, and sweetly smiles.
Lib. 1. Ode 26. Ad Lamiam.
The Argvment.
He doth declare, that those, which areVnto the Muses kinde,
Doe ease their griefe, and finde relief
From Passions of the minde.
I, of the Muses lov'd, sad Care and Feare
Will to the stubborn windes commit to beare
Into the Cretian Seas, secure alone
Oftidings from the Northren coast that's blown
Of some King there, that's awfull for his might;
Or what so Tyridates doth affright.
Will to the stubborn windes commit to beare
Into the Cretian Seas, secure alone
Oftidings from the Northren coast that's blown
Of some King there, that's awfull for his might;
Or what so Tyridates doth affright.
O gentle Muse, that lov'st the fountaines cleare,
Fair fresh flowers gather, springing here and there:
And garlands for my dearest Lamia make:
My praise without thee no effect can take.
Thee and thy Sisters it becometh well
With Lesbian Harp, and Songs, his praise to tell.
Fair fresh flowers gather, springing here and there:
And garlands for my dearest Lamia make:
My praise without thee no effect can take.
Thee and thy Sisters it becometh well
With Lesbian Harp, and Songs, his praise to tell.
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Lib. 3. Ode 30.
The Argvment.
That more his name is rais'd by Fame,For Lyrick Poësie,
Than Kings that raise Pyramides,
For lasting memory.
A work I ended have, which brass will far out-weare,
And 's higher thā the stately piles that Kings up-rear;
Which neither rating Rain, nor boystrous Northren blast,
Nor progress of years numberless, e'r down shall cast:
On wich ne'r wingd-foot Time shall any vantage have.
I wholly shall not die. My better part, the grave
Shall not inclose. My fame, with Ages following, shall
Growe alwayes green, whiles to the sacred Capitoll
The Priest with silent Vestall virgins up shall goe.
It will be told, whereraging Ausidus doth flowe,
And poor in water where old Daunus forth doth showe
His sun-burnt face to people rude, that I (from lowe
Estate advanc't) was he that first of all did suit
Æolian Songs and Sonnets to a Roman Lute:
Be proud, Melpomene, of this deserved praise,
And binde my temples willingly with Delphian Bayes.
And 's higher thā the stately piles that Kings up-rear;
Which neither rating Rain, nor boystrous Northren blast,
Nor progress of years numberless, e'r down shall cast:
On wich ne'r wingd-foot Time shall any vantage have.
I wholly shall not die. My better part, the grave
Shall not inclose. My fame, with Ages following, shall
Growe alwayes green, whiles to the sacred Capitoll
The Priest with silent Vestall virgins up shall goe.
It will be told, whereraging Ausidus doth flowe,
And poor in water where old Daunus forth doth showe
His sun-burnt face to people rude, that I (from lowe
Estate advanc't) was he that first of all did suit
Æolian Songs and Sonnets to a Roman Lute:
Be proud, Melpomene, of this deserved praise,
And binde my temples willingly with Delphian Bayes.
FINIS.
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