Poems By the most deservedly Admired Mrs Katherine Philips: The matchless Orinda. To which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace Tragedies. With several other Translations out of French |
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The Earl of Roscomon to Orinda: an imitation of HORACE.
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The Earl of Roscomon to Orinda: an imitation of HORACE.
Integer vitæ,&c.
Carm. lib. 1. od. 22.
Carm. lib. 1. od. 22.
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Vertue (dear Friend) needs no defence,No arms, but its own innocence;
Quivers and Bows, and poison'd darts,
Are only us'd by guilty hearts.
2
An honest mind, safely, aloneMay travel through the burning Zone,
Or through the deepest Scythian snows,
Or where the fam'd Hydaspes flows.
3
While (rul'd by a resistless fire)Our great ORINDA I admire,
The hungry Wolves that see me stray
Unarm'd, and single, run away.
4
Set me in the remotest placeThat ever Neptune did embrace,
When there her image fills my breast,
Helicon is not half so blest.
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Leave me upon some Lybian plain,So she my fancy entertain,
And when the thirsty Monsters meet,
They'll all pay homage to my feet.
6
The Magick of ORINDA's Name,Not only can their fierceness tame,
But, if that mighty word I once rehearse,
They seem submissively to roar in Verse.
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