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Partly imitated from the XVth Ode of the First Book of Horace.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Partly imitated from the XVth Ode of the First Book of Horace.

I.

Return, Unhappy Prince, return;
O tempt not thy unwilling Fate!
Nor let the fair OEnone mourn,
Who loves so well, but ill deserves thy Hate:
Trust not the Wind, the faithless Wind, and Sea,
As Thou to Her, so they'll prove false to Thee.

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II.

The beauteous Freight thy Navy shall bring Home
Will soon deceive thy promis'd Joy,
For with Confed'rate Arms all Greece shall come
Thy Father Priam's Kingdoms to destroy.
Trust not the Winds, &c.

III.

In vain, exceedingly in vain
Shalt thou with Perfumes scent thy Hair,
While to thy Lute thou sing'st some am'rous Strain;
And Voice, and Hand conspire to charm the Fair:
Successless here thy gentlest Airs will sound,
In the shrill Trumpet's louder Clangors drown'd.

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IV.

Pallas enrag'd does now prepare
Her Breast-Plate, Crested Helm, and Shield,
And in the horrid Pomp of War
Rattles her Chariot o're the dusty Field;
And, e're Ten rolling Years expire,
Troy's Sacred Walls shall flame in Grecian Fire.