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A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace

With the Original Text, and Critical Notes collected from his best Latin and French Commentators. By the Revd Mr. Philip Francis...The third edition
Francis, Philip (1708?-1773)
  
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VOL. I.
  
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THE ODES OF HORACE.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
 I. 
Ode I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
Ode II. To Augustus.
 III. 
Ode III. To the Ship in which Virgil sailed to Athens.
 IV. 
Ode IV. To Sestius.
 V. 
Ode V. To Pyrrha.
 VI. 
Ode VI. To Agrippa.
 VII. 
Ode VII. To Munatius Plancus.
 VIII. 
Ode VIII. To Lydia.
 IX. 
Ode IX. To Thaliarchus.
 X. 
Ode X. Hymn to Mercury.
 XI. 
Ode XI. To Leuconoe.
 XII. 
Ode XII. Hymn to Jove.
 XIII. 
Ode XIII. To Lydia.
 XIV. 
Ode XIV. To the Republic.
 XV. 
Ode XV. The Prophecy of Nereus.
 XVI. 
Ode XVI. To Tyndaris.
 XVII. 
Ode XVII. To Tyndaris.
 XVIII. 
Ode XVIII. To Varus.
 XIX. 
Ode XIX. On Glycera.
 XX. 
Ode XX. To Mæcenas.
 XXII. 
Ode XXII. To Aristius Fuscus.
 XXIII. 
Ode XXIII. To Chloe.
 XXIV. 
Ode XXIV. To Virgil.
 XXV. 
Ode XXV. To Lydia.
 XXVI. 
Ode XXVI. To his Muse.
 XXVII. 
Ode XXVII. To his Companions.
 XXVIII. 
Ode XXVIII. A Mariner and the Ghost of Archytas.
 XXIX. 
Ode XXIX. To Iccius.
 XXX. 
Ode XXX. To Venus.
 XXXI. 
Ode XXXI. To Apollo.
 XXXII. 
Ode XXXII. To his Lyre.
 XXXIII. 
Ode XXXIII. To Albius Tibullus.
 XXXIV. 
Ode XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
Ode XXXV. To Fortune.
 XXXVI. 
Ode XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
Ode XXXVII. To his Companions.
 XXXVIII. 
Ode XXXVIII. To his Slave.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
 I. 
Ode I. To Asinius Pollio.
 II. 
Ode II. To Crispus Sallustius.
 III. 
Ode III. To Dellius.
 IV. 
Ode IV. To Xanthias Phoceus.
 V. 
Ode V.
 VI. 
Ode VI. To Septimius.
 VII. 
Ode VII. To Pompeius Varus.
 VIII. 
Ode VIII. To Barine.
 IX. 
Ode IX. To Valgius.
 X. 
Ode X. To Licinius Murena.
 XI. 
Ode XI. To Quintius Hirpinus.
 XII. 
Ode XII. To Mæcenas.
 XIII. 
Ode XIII.
 XIV. 
Ode XIV. To Postumus.
 XV. 
Ode XV.
 XVI. 
Ode XVI. To Pompeius Grosphus.
 XVII. 
Ode XVII. To Mæcenas.
 XVIII. 
Ode XVIII.
 XIX. 
Ode XIX. To Bacchus.
 XX. 
Ode XX. To Mæcenas.
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THE THIRD BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
 I. 
Ode I.
 II. 
Ode II. To his Friends.
 III. 
Ode III.
 IV. 
Ode IV. To Calliope.
 V. 
Ode V. The Praises of Augustus.
 VI. 
Ode VI. To the Romans.
 VII. 
Ode VII. To Asterie.
 VIII. 
Ode VIII. To Mæcenas.
 IX. 
Ode IX. A Dialogue between Horace and Lydia.
 X. 
Ode X. To Lyce.
 XI. 
Ode XI. To Mercury.
 XII. 
Ode XII. To Neobule.
 XIII. 
Ode XIII. To the Fountain Bandusia.
 XIV. 
Ode XIV. On the Return of Augustus from Spain.
 XV. 
Ode XV. To Chloris.
 XVI. 
Ode XVI. To Mæcenas.
 XVII. 
Ode XVII. To Ælius Lamia.
 XVIII. 
Ode XVIII. To Faunus.
 XIX. 
Ode XIX. To Telephus.
 XX. 
Ode XX. To Pyrrhus.
 XXI. 
Ode XXI. To his Cask.
 XXII. 
Ode XXII. To Diana.
 XXIII. 
Ode XXIII. To Phidyle.
 XXIV. 
Ode XXIV. Against Misers.
 XXV. 
Ode XXV. To Bacchus.
 XXVI. 
Ode XXVI. To Venus.
 XXVII. 
Ode XXVII. To Galatea.
 XXVIII. 
Ode XXVIII. To Lyde.
 XXIX. 
Ode XXIX. To Mæcenas.
 XXX. 
Ode XXX. To Melpomene.
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THE FOURTH BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE.
 I. 
Ode I. To Venus.
 II. 
Ode II. To Antonius Julus.
 III. 
Ode III. To Melpomene.
 IV. 
Ode IV. The Praises of Drusus.
 V. 
Ode V. To Augustus.
 VII. 
Ode VII. To Torquatus.
 VIII. 
Ode VIII. To Censorinus.
 IX. 
Ode IX. To Lollius.
 X. 
Ode X. To Ligurinus.
 XI. 
Ode XI. To Phyllis.
 XII. 
Ode XII. To Virgil.
 XIII. 
Ode XIII. To Lyce.
 XIV. 
Ode XIV. To Augustus.
 XV. 
Ode XV. To Augustus.
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THE BOOK OF THE EPODES of HORACE.
 I. 
Epode I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
Epode II. The Praises of a Country-Life.
 III. 
Epode III. To Mæcenas.
 IV. 
Epode IV.
 V. 
Epode V: On the Witch Canidia.
 VI. 
Epode VI. To Cassius Severus.
 VII. 
Epode VII. To the Roman People.
 IX. 
Epode IX. To Mæcenas.
 X. 
Epode X. To Mævius.
 XI. 
Epode XI. To Pettius.
 XIII. 
Epode XIII. To a Friend.
 XV. 
Epode XV. To Neæra.
 XVI. 
Epode XVI. To the Romans.
 XVII. 
Epode XVII. To Canidia.
  
Canidia's Answer.
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THE SECULAR POEM.
  
The Poet to the People.
  
To the Chorus of Youths and Virgins.
 1. 
First Concert. HYMN TO APOLLO.
 2. 
Second Concert.
 3. 
Third Concert. TO APOLLO AND DIANA.
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VOL. II.
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THE SATIRES OF HORACE.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE SATIRES of HORACE.
 I. 
Sat. I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
Sat. II. To Mæcenas.
 III. 
Sat. III.
 IV. 
Sat. IV.
 V. 
Sat. V.
 VI. 
Sat. VI. To Mæcenas.
 VII. 
Sat. VII.
 VIII. 
Sat. VIII.
 IX. 
Sat. IX.
 X. 
Sat. X.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE SATIRES of HORACE.
 I. 
Sat. I. Horace. Trebatius.
 II. 
Sat. II.
 III. 
Sat. III. Damasippus. Horace.
 VI. 
Sat. VI. Horace. Catius.
 V. 
Sat. V. Ulysses. Tiresias.
 VI. 
Sat. VI.
 VII. 
Sat. VII. Davus. Horace.
 VIII. 
Sat. VIII. Horace. Fundanius.
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THE EPISTLES OF HORACE.
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THE FIRST BOOK OF THE EPISTLES of HORACE.
 I. 
Epistle I. To Mæcenas.
 II. 
Epist. II. To Lollius.
 III. 
Epist. III. To Julius Florus.
 IV. 
Epist. IV. To Albius Tibullus.
 V. 
Epist. V. To Torquatus.
 VI. 
Epist. VI. To Numicius.
 VII. 
Epist. VII. To Mæcenas.
 VIII. 
Epist. VIII. To Celsus Albinovanus.
 IX. 
Epist. IX. To Tiberius Nero.
 X. 
Epist. X. To Aristius Fuscus.
 XI. 
Epist. XI. To Bullatius.
 XII. 
Epist. XII. To Iccius.
 XIII. 
Epist. XIII. To Vinius Asella.
 XIV. 
Epist. XIV. To His Steward in the Country.
 XV. 
Epist. XV. To Vala.
 XVI. 
Epist. XVI. To Quintius.
 XVII. 
Epist. XVII. To Scæva.
 XVIII. 
Epist. XVIII. To Lollius.
 XIX. 
Epist. XIX. To Mæcenas.
 XX. 
Epist. XX. To His Book.
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THE SECOND BOOK OF THE EPISTLES of HORACE.
 I. 
Epist. I. To Augustus.
 II. 
Epist. II. To Julius Florus.
  
HORACE's ART of POETRY.

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Epist. VI. To Numicius.

Not to admire is of all Means the best,
The only Means, to make, and keep us blest.
There are, untainted with the Thoughts of Fear,
Who see the certain Changes of the Year
Unerring roll; who see this glorious Sun,
And these fair Stars, their annual Progress run:
But with what different Eye do they behold
The Gifts of Earth; or Diamonds or Gold;
Old Ocean's Treasures, and the pearly Stores,
Wafted to farthest India's wealthy Shores?
Or with what Sense, what Language, should we gaze
On Shows, Employments, or the People's Praise?
Whoever dreads the opposite Extreme,
Or Disappointment, Poverty, or Shame,
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Is raptur'd with almost the same Desires,
As he, who doats on what the World admires;
Equal their Terrours, equal their Surprise,
When accidental Dangers round them rise:
Nor matters it, what Passions fill his Breast,
With Joy or Grief, Desire or Fear opprest,
With down-fix'd Eyes who views the varying Scene,
Whose Soul grows stiff, and stupified his Brain.
Even Virtue, when pursued with Warmth extreme,
Turns into Vice, and fools the Sage's Fame.
Now go, Numicius, and with higher Gust
Admire thy treasur'd Gold, the Marble Bust,
Or bronze Antique, the Purple's various Glow,
And lustred Gem; those Works, which Arts bestow.
Let gazing Crouds your Eloquence admire,
At early Morn to Court, at Night retire,
Lest Mutus wed a Wife of large Estate,
While, deeper your Dishonour to compleat,
The low-born Wretch to You no Honour pays,
Though You on Him with Admiration gaze.
But Time shall bring the latent Birth to Light,
And hide the present glorious Race in Night;
For though Agrippa's awful Collonade,
Or Appian Way, thy passing Pomp survey'd,
It yet remains to tread the drear Descent,
Where good Pompilius, and great Ancus went.
Would You not wish to cure th' acuter Pains,
That rack thy tortur'd Side, or vex thy Reins?
Would You, and who would not, with Pleasure live?
If Virtue can alone the Blessing give,
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With ardent Spirit Her alone pursue,
And with Contempt all other Pleasures view.
Yet if you think, that Virtue's but a Name:
That Groves are Groves, nor from Religion claim
A sacred Awe; fly to the distant Coast,
Nor let the rich Bithynian Trade be lost.
A thousand Talents be the rounded Sum,
You first design'd; then raise a second Plumb;
A third successive be your earnest Care,
And add a fourth to make the Mass a Square;
For Gold, the sovereign Queen of all below,
Friends, Honour, Birth and Beauty can bestow:
The Goddess of Persuasion forms her Train,
And Venus decks the well-bemoney'd Swain.
The Cappadocian King, though rich in Slaves,
Yet wanting Money, was but rich by halves.
Be not like him. Lucullus, as they say,
Once being ask'd to furnish for a Play
An hundred martial Vests, in Wonder cried,
Whence can so vast a Number be supplied?
But yet, whate'er my Wardrobe can afford,
You shall command; then instant wrote him Word,
Five thousand Vests were ready at his Call,
He might have Part, or, if he pleas'd, take all.
Poor House! where no superfluous Wealth's unknown
To its rich Lord, that Thieves may make their own.
Well, then if Wealth alone our Bliss insure,
Our first, our latest Toil should Wealth secure:
If Pride, and public Pomp the Blessing claim,
Let's buy a Slave to tell each Voter's Name,
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And give the Hint, and through the crouded Street
To stretch the civil Hand to all we meet,
“The Fabian Tribe his Interest largely sways;
“This the Velinian; there a third, with Ease,
“Can give or take the Honours of the State,
“The Consul's Fasces, and the Prætor's Seat.
“According to their Age adopt them all,
“And Brother, Father, most facetious call.
If he lives well, who revels out the Night,
Be Gluttony our Guide; away; 'tis Light.
Let's fish, or hunt, and then, at early Day,
Across the crouded Forum take our Way,
Or to the Campus Martius change the Scene,
And let our Slaves display our hunting Train,
That gazing Crouds by one pure Mule be taught,
At what a Price the mighty Boar was bought.
Then let us bathe while th' indigested Food
Lies in the swelling Stomach raw and crude,
Forgetting all of Decency and Shame,
From the fair Book of Freedom strike our Name,
And like th' abandon'd Ulyssean Crew,
Our Ithaca forgot, forbidden Joys pursue.
If Life's insipid without Mirth and Love,
Let Love and Mirth insipid Life improve.
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Farewel, and if a better System's thine,
Impart it frankly, or make use of mine.
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