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EPODE IX. To Mecænas.
When, Blest Mecænas, shall we pass
In Luxury the smiling Day,
With rich Cæcubian crown the Glass,
Beneath thy shining Roof, and pay
Our Vows to Jove, since Cæsar wears the Bays?
In Luxury the smiling Day,
With rich Cæcubian crown the Glass,
Beneath thy shining Roof, and pay
Our Vows to Jove, since Cæsar wears the Bays?
When shall the Pipe and Lyre begin
The Dorick and the Lydian Strain?
And we renew our Mirth and Wine,
As when Great Anthony's swift Train
Fled in their flaming Ships, and glitter'd o'er the Brine.
The Dorick and the Lydian Strain?
And we renew our Mirth and Wine,
As when Great Anthony's swift Train
Fled in their flaming Ships, and glitter'd o'er the Brine.
The Chains from perjur'd Slaves he took,
And would to free-born Subjects give;
Which o'er the trembling State he shook.
Posterity will scarce believe,
The Romans should submit to wear a Woman's Yoke.
And would to free-born Subjects give;
Which o'er the trembling State he shook.
Posterity will scarce believe,
The Romans should submit to wear a Woman's Yoke.
Mean Slaves, by beardless Euhuchs led,
Their Baggage and their Arms they bore,
Whilst Canopies in Camps were spread,
A Sight not known in War before;
The Sun look'd on, and blush'd with double Red.
Their Baggage and their Arms they bore,
Whilst Canopies in Camps were spread,
A Sight not known in War before;
The Sun look'd on, and blush'd with double Red.
From such a Sight, such deadly Shame,
The Gauls, with Indignation fir'd,
Resounding Cæsar's mighty Name,
With all their Ships and Troops retir'd,
And fought for Cæsar, and for deathless Fame.
The Gauls, with Indignation fir'd,
Resounding Cæsar's mighty Name,
With all their Ships and Troops retir'd,
And fought for Cæsar, and for deathless Fame.
Drive the triumphal Chariot on!
Let Iös, Iös, ring around!
Let Bullocks every Altar crown;
And Iös joyful Iös sound:
Scipio and Marius no such Laurels won.
Let Iös, Iös, ring around!
Let Bullocks every Altar crown;
And Iös joyful Iös sound:
Scipio and Marius no such Laurels won.
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Rome no such Victory could boast,
When by our Arms Jugurtha dy'd;
When Carthage was reduc'd to Dust;
And all her Purple Pomp and Pride
In humble Weeds and low Distress were lost.
When by our Arms Jugurtha dy'd;
When Carthage was reduc'd to Dust;
And all her Purple Pomp and Pride
In humble Weeds and low Distress were lost.
The routed Foe pursues his Way,
Far as the hundred Towns of Crete;
Or where the Lybian Quick-Sands play;
Whilst Storms around his Vessel beat,
Or drive him up and down in open Sea.
Far as the hundred Towns of Crete;
Or where the Lybian Quick-Sands play;
Whilst Storms around his Vessel beat,
Or drive him up and down in open Sea.
Since Victory our Mirth renews,
Let's double every Draught of Wine;
Bring larger Glasses, and infuse
What may the Sense and Soul refine,
The sharpest Greek, or rich Cæcubian Juice.
Let's double every Draught of Wine;
Bring larger Glasses, and infuse
What may the Sense and Soul refine,
The sharpest Greek, or rich Cæcubian Juice.
Since the good Gods great Cæsar bless,
With endless Triumphs and Renown,
Away with Trouble and Distress,
And in this Glass all Sorrow drown;
Mankind is safe when Cæsar finds Success.
With endless Triumphs and Renown,
Away with Trouble and Distress,
And in this Glass all Sorrow drown;
Mankind is safe when Cæsar finds Success.
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