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Horat. Carm. Lib. 3. Od. 29.
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Horat. Carm. Lib. 3. Od. 29.
Mecænas
, (sprung from Tuscan Kings) for thee
Milde VVine in vessels neuer toucht, I keepe
Here Roses, and sweete odours be,
VVhose dew thy haire shall steepe:
Milde VVine in vessels neuer toucht, I keepe
Here Roses, and sweete odours be,
VVhose dew thy haire shall steepe:
O stay not, let moyst Tibur be disdain'd,
And Æsulaes declining fields, and hills,
VVhere once Telegonus remain'd,
VVhose hand his father kills;
And Æsulaes declining fields, and hills,
VVhere once Telegonus remain'd,
VVhose hand his father kills;
Forsake that height where lothsome plenty cloyes,
And towres, which to the lofty clouds aspire,
The smoke of Rome her wealth and noyse
Thou wilt not here admire.
And towres, which to the lofty clouds aspire,
The smoke of Rome her wealth and noyse
Thou wilt not here admire.
In pleasing change, the rich man takes delight,
And frugall meales in homely seates allowes,
Where hangings want, and purple bright
He cleares his carefull browes.
And frugall meales in homely seates allowes,
Where hangings want, and purple bright
He cleares his carefull browes.
Now Cepheus plainely shewes his hidden fire,
The Dog-starre now his furious heate displayes,
The Lion spreads his raging ire,
The Sunne brings parching dayes.
The Dog-starre now his furious heate displayes,
The Lion spreads his raging ire,
The Sunne brings parching dayes.
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The Shepheard now his sickly flocke restores,
With shades, and Riuers, and the Thickets finds
Of rough Siluanus, silent shores
Are free from playing winds.
With shades, and Riuers, and the Thickets finds
Of rough Siluanus, silent shores
Are free from playing winds.
To keepe the State in order is thy care,
Sollicitous for Rome, thou fear'st the warres,
Which barbrous Easterne troopes prepare,
And Tanais vs'd to iarres.
Sollicitous for Rome, thou fear'st the warres,
Which barbrous Easterne troopes prepare,
And Tanais vs'd to iarres.
The wise Creator from our knowledge hides
The end of future times in darksome night;
False thoughts of mortals he derides,
When them vaine toyes affright.
The end of future times in darksome night;
False thoughts of mortals he derides,
When them vaine toyes affright.
With mindfull temper present houres compose,
The rest are like a Riuer, which with ease,
Sometimes within his channell flowes,
Into Etrurian Seas.
The rest are like a Riuer, which with ease,
Sometimes within his channell flowes,
Into Etrurian Seas.
Oft stones, trees, flocks, and houses it deuoures,
VVith Echoes from the hills, and neighb'ring woods,
VVhen some fierce deluge, rais'd by showres,
Turnes quiet Brookes to Floods.
VVith Echoes from the hills, and neighb'ring woods,
VVhen some fierce deluge, rais'd by showres,
Turnes quiet Brookes to Floods.
He master of himselfe, in mirth may liue,
VVho saith, I rest well pleas'd with former dayes,
Let God from heau'n to morrow giue
Blacke clouds, or Sunny rayes.
VVho saith, I rest well pleas'd with former dayes,
Let God from heau'n to morrow giue
Blacke clouds, or Sunny rayes.
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No force can make that voide, which once is past,
Those things are neuer alter'd, or vndone,
VVhich from the instant rolling fast,
VVith flying moments run.
Those things are neuer alter'd, or vndone,
VVhich from the instant rolling fast,
VVith flying moments run.
Proud Fortune ioyfull sad affaires to finde,
Insulting in her sport, delights to change
Vncertaine honours: quickly kinde,
And straight againe as strange.
Insulting in her sport, delights to change
Vncertaine honours: quickly kinde,
And straight againe as strange.
I prayse her stay, but if she stirre her wings,
Her gifts I leaue, and to my selfe retire,
VVrapt in my vertue: honest things
In want no dowre require.
Her gifts I leaue, and to my selfe retire,
VVrapt in my vertue: honest things
In want no dowre require.
VVhen Lybian stormes, the mast in pieces shake,
I neuer God with pray'rs, and vowes implore,
Lest precious wares addition make
To greedy Neptunes store.
I neuer God with pray'rs, and vowes implore,
Lest precious wares addition make
To greedy Neptunes store.
Then I contented, with a little bote,
Am through Ægean waues, by winds conuay'd,
VVhere Pollux makes me safely flote,
And Castors friendly aide.
Am through Ægean waues, by winds conuay'd,
VVhere Pollux makes me safely flote,
And Castors friendly aide.
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