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The works of Allan Ramsay

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Horace to Virgil, on his taking a Voyage to Athens.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Horace to Virgil, on his taking a Voyage to Athens.

Sic te diva potens Cypri, ------

O Cyprian Goddess twinkle clear,
And Helens' Brithers ay appear;
Ye Stars wha shed a lucky Light,
Auspicious ay keep in a Sight;
King Eol grant a tydie Tirl,
But boast the Blast that rudely whirl;
Dear Ship be canny with your Care,
At Athens land my Virgil fair,
Syne soon and safe, baith Lith and Spaul,
Bring hame the tae haff o' my Saul.
Daring and unco stout he was,
With Heart hool'd in three Sloughs of Brass,
Wha ventur'd first on the rough Sea,
With hempen Branks and Horse of Tree:
Wha on the weak Machine durst ride
Throu' Tempests, and a rairing Tide;
Nor clinty Craigs, nor Hurrycane,
That drives the Adriatick Main,
And gars the Ocean gowl and quake,
Cou'd e'er a Soul sae sturdy shake.
The Man wha cou'd sic Rubs win o'er,
Without a Wink at Death might glowr,
Wha unconcern'd can take his Sleep
Amang the Monsters of the Deep.
Jove vainly twin'd the Sea and Eard,
Since Mariners are not afraid.
With Laws of Nature to dispence,
And impiously treat Providence.

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Audacious Men at nought will stand
When vicious Passions have command.
Prometheus ventur'd up and staw
A lowan Coal frae Heav'ns high Ha';
Unsonsy Thift, which Feavers brought
In Bikes, which Fowk like Sybous hought:
Then Death erst slaw began to ling,
And fast as Haps to dart his Sting.
Neist Dedalus must contradict
Nature forsooth, and Feathers stick
Upon his Back, syne upward streek,
And in at Jove's high Winnocks keek,
While Hercules, wi's Timber Mell,
Plays rap upo' the Yates of Hell.
What is't Man winna ettle at?
E'en wi' the Gods he'll bell the Cat:
Tho Jove be very Laith to kill,
They winna let his Bowt ly still.