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The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books

Translated into English by J. H. [i.e. John Harington]
(1627?-1700)

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First Book.
 1. 
To MÆCENAS. Ode I.
 2. 
To AUGUSTUS. Ode 2.
 III. 
Ode III.
 IV. 
To L. SEXTIUS. Ode IV.
 5. 
To PYRRHA. Ode 5.
 VI. 
To AGRIPPA. Ode VI.
 7. 
To MUNATIUS PLANCUS. Ode 7.
 8. 
To LYDIA. Ode 8.
 IX. 
To THALIARCHUS. Ode IX.
 X. 
To MERCURY. Ode X.
 XI. 
To LEUCONOE. Ode XI.
 XII. 
To AUGUSTUS. Ode XII.
 XIII. 
To LYDIA. Ode XIII.
 XIV. 
To the Roman State, then renewing Civil Wars again. Ode. XIV.
 XV. 
NEREUS his Prophesie of the ruine of Troy. Ode XV.
 XVI. 
To his Love. Ode XVI.
 XVII. 
To TYNDARIS. Ode XVII.
 18. 
To VARIUS. Ode 18.
 XIX. 
To GLICERA. Ode XIX.
 XX. 
To MÆCENAS. Ode XX.
 XXI. 
Upon DIANA and APOLLO. Ode XXI.
 XXII. 
To ARISTIUS. Ode XXII.
 XXIII. 
To CHLOE. Ode XXIII.
 XXIV. 
To VIRGIL. Ode XXIV.
 XXV. 
To LYDIA. Ode XXV.
 XXVI. 
To his Muse, touching ÆLIUS LAMIUS. Ode XXVI.
 XXVII. 
To his Companions, That they should not quarrel in their Cups, barbarous fashion. Ode XXVII.
 XXVIII. 
Ode XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
To ACCIUS. Ode XXIX.
 XXX. 
To VENUS. Ode XXX.
 XXXI. 
To APOLLO. Ode XXXI.
 XXXII. 
To his Harp. Ode XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
To ALBIUS TIBULLUS. Ode XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
To Himself. Ode XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
To FORTUNE. Ode XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
To POMPONIUS NUMIDAS. Ode XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
To His COMPANIONS. Ode XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
To His SERVANT. Ode XXXVIII.
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HORACE HIS SECOND BOOK OF ODES.
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HORACE HIS THIRD BOOK OF ODES.
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HORACE HIS FOURTH BOOK OF ODES.
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HORACE HIS BOOK EPODON.

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To VIRGIL. Ode XXIV.

Who immoderately bewailed the death of Quintilius; against much sadness.

What measure fit, wise shame to th' vast Desire
Of that dear Friend, MELPOMENE inspire,
Through mournful Strains, whom Cithern joyn'd clear Voice,
Thy Father JOVE allow'd most choice?
Do then eternal Sleep QUINTILIUS hold?
Whom Modesty, pure Faith, that Sister bold
To justice, naked Truth adorned so;
When shall the World his Pattern show?
By good men wept, deplor'd dy'd worthiest He;
Though wept by none, kind VIRGIL, more than thee,
In vain thou beg'st Quintilius back, that was
Not so by th' Gods bestow'd, alas!
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What if thou could'st more sweetly sound thy strings
Then ORPHEUS, charming Trees? those senseless things:
Yet would not Blood to th' Ghost return, where ere,
Whom once with dreadful Rod severe.
HERMES hath forc'd amongst that darkned Train;
Nor can smooth Pray'rs past Fates undoe again:
'Tis hard indeed; but what we can't oppose,
Nor mend, by Patience lighter grows.
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