HORACE TO LAMIAS.
BOOK I. ODE.
“Musis amicus—tristitiam et metus, &c.”
Dear to the Muses, gaily I hurl away
Sorrow and Fear for wild winds to whirl away
O'er Cretan waters—little caring
Who may be fearful of Monarch daring
Throned by the Pole; who plotting annoyances
Threat'ning the East!— Oh Muse! thou whose joyaunce is
In crystal fountains purely flowing,
Weave me a crownal of flow'rs full blowing,
Weave them for Lamias! Glory can do for me
Nothing without thee:—Come, then, renew for me
My lyre, and hymn my Lamias meetly,
Thou and thy sisters according sweetly!
