The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books Translated into English by J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books | ||
HORACE HIS SECOND BOOK OF ODES.
To C. ASINIUS POLLIO. Ode I.
He warns Pollio, that he would lay aside writing of Tragedies awhile, till the State were more composed: praises then his Writings.
Causes o'th' War, it's faults and various chance
(Fortune's sport) sharp sidings then;
What Leagues great Persons did advance;
Work (Friend) of doubtful Die, more dangerous
Thou handlest, tread'st on Fire (as 'twere)
With Embers hid, deceitful thus.
Severe-voic'd Tragedy, till well ordain'd
Publick State; grand Task peruse
Then more, with Buskin nobler-strain'd.
To th' Senate-court for Councel's deep design;
Laurel Wreath, Dalmatian Wars,
Whom made with endless glory shine.
Thou strik'st our ears, strong Pen; there Fifes resound,
There glistring Arms, scar'd Horse (no poize,
Bit felt) with Horsmen's looks confound.
Maid foul, besoil'd with not uncomely dust;
All the world subdu'd grown weak,
But CATO'S sturdy Mind and just,
To th' Affrick race, left impotent that Coast;
Spoil'd by some o'th' Victors brood,
Seem'd Offrings to JUGURTHA'S Ghost.
By Sepulchers, our impious Civil Jar
Speaks not forth? th' Hesperian fall
Resounded unto Medes from far.
Of dismal Broils? what Daunian Sea indeed,
(slaughter-stain'd through our mischance)
What Coast from Crimsom gore is freed?
Thou should'st thy self to Funeral-songs compel,
Citherus light, softer strains let us
Recount in Dionian Cell.
To SALUSTIUS CRISPUS. Ode II.
He praises Proculeius for his freeness towards his Brethren, contempt of money makes Men only blessed.
(O Crispus, hating bury'd Hoards
In greedy Earth) till from that Mine
With use it shine.
To's Brethren Father-like and free;
On lasting Plumes surviving Fame
Shall bear his Name.
Covetous thoughts, then if (combin'd
With Gades Lybia) thine were
Both Penians there.
Nor slak'd till Cause from whence it rose
Be purg'd, and Languid Humour fail,
In body pale.
Not ranks, with blessed Troop the proud
Phrates on CYRUS Throne, by vote;
But vulgar throat.
And wealth, sure Crown to him commend,
Who slights large heap, not casts the eye
Back squintingly.
To DELIUS. Ode III.
Hither Fortune must be used moderately, since all are subject to that dying condition.
And Smiles retain; not much cast down,
Nor swell'd with insolent jollity,
For my DELIUS thou must dye:
Or Festivals on bank repos'd,
With Wine of Mark conceal'd and best,
Choice Falernum, th' art made blest:
Their Boughs for courteous Shade entwine;
Where fleeting Brook laborious ways
(Trembling Stream) obliquely strays.
Flow'rs, lovely Rose soon perishing:
Whilst wealth and Youth, three Sisters yet
(Joyn'd their Sable Wheels) permit.
Grange wast'd with yellow Tiber's floods;
Those piled heaps of Golden bliss
Some unthankful Heirs call his.
Or poor, Field-born for Rank, and base,
To that unbrib'd infernal Womb
Sacrifice thou must become:
Whence early or late Lots pour by turn,
And we by Stigian Boat are sent
To eternal Banishment.
To XANTHIAS PHOCEUS. Ode IV.
There was no cause why he should blush, for loving a Serving Maid; since the like hath been done by many Noble Persons.
Captived Girl, Briseis sleek
ACHILLES mov'd (one proudest said)
With snowy Cheek.
AJAX in love; ATRIDES great
(For close) through conquer'd Virgin burn'd,
In Triumph's heat;
Thessalia's Chief and HECTOR dead,
Troy left to th' weary'd Grecian hands,
Soon ruined.
Her Father's Son in law design'd;
For sure she mourns as Regal race;
Gods prov'd unkind.
Or, (scorning hire, so faithful, she
From Mother base (unworthy Cloud)
Can issu'd be.
I chastly praise, quench jealous Fears,
O'th' Man whose Age doth almost sum
Full forty years.
To SEPTIMIUS. Ode VI.
He wishes for the Seat of his old age those pleasant Places Tibur and Tarentum.
Gades, from Yoke Cantabria free,
Rude Syrtes last where Moorish Wave
Does boiling rave .
To build) mine Ages soft Repose;
To me, when tir'd with War, an ease:
Land-travells, Seas.
Galesius silver Stream I'l find,
Rich stock'd, and Lacon fields, where (said)
PHALANTUS sway'd.
Most smiling, where to Hymet-sweets
Honey nought yields, and Olives fair
VENAFRUM dare.
Warm Winters breeds; where Aulon high,
Bounteous in Grapes, nought envies those
FALERNUM shows.
Thee, me, where on warm Dust (as right
Sad Coals of thy Prophetick Friend)
Thou Tear shalt spend.
Yo POMPEIUS VARUS. Ode VII.
He congratulates his return into his Country.
POMPEY, with me, when BRUTUS rul'd the War;
Roman safe restor'd what Pow'r
To Country-Gods, Italick air?
More lingring Summer's day have broke in Wine;
Crowned Locks, with Unguent brought
From Syrian quarters, made to shine.
I took for Flight, Shield thrown but badly away;
Haughty ones, through shatter'd force.
With Chin when touch'd the bloody Clay:
In dark Airs Cloud through foes transported then;
Drawing Gulf did hurry thee
To th' raging Straits of War agen.
And couch thy toiled Limbs through fight (at last)
Beneath my Laurel-branch; nor spare
Those Tuns devote for thy Repast.
Campanian, from larger Vessels pour
Unguents forth; who strait combines
Moist Smallage, Myrtle from the Bow'r.
Sole Arbiter for drink? Carouse more glad,
Thracian-like, since thus my friend
Enjoy'd, 'tis sweetness to be Mad.
To JULIA BARINE. Ode VIII.
There was no Cause, why he should trust Barine's swearing, since she grew Fairer through her Perjuries.
BARINE false for Perjury,
Did'st fouler by black Tooth appear,
Mark'd Nail unfree;
By Oaths that faithless Head) dost shine
More splendid far to th' Youth enrag'd;
Their Care, Design.
Through Vows abus'd those Signs of Night
To cheat whole Heav'n; Gods made unjust;
Scorn'd Death's affright.
Fond Nymphs, fierce CUPID jeer their parts;
While points on bloody Whetstone still
His flaming Darts.
New Servants spring, the Old leaving nought
That Roof their impious Mistress hides
Though threaten oft.
Thrifty old Sires thy tempting Gale
Their Husbands least transport, o'rebear,
Spous'd Girls grow Pale.
To VALGIUS. Ode IX.
He exhorts, that at the length he would leave mourning for his dead Boy Mystis.
Drench from the Clouds, nor vexed Caspian Main
Tyrant-storms do still surround;
Nor does the cold Armenian Plain
Through all the Months; nor griev'd with Northern Wind
Th' Oaken tops of Garganus,
Nor Ashes stript of leaves still Pin'd.
Lost MYSTIS still; nor when view'd the Evening star,
That which flies swift Morning-sun,
Those Love-complaints abandon'd are.
Not still his Son ANTILOCHUS deplor'd
Still Trojan Parents with griefs rage,
Nor Sisters wept young TROYLUS gor'd.
And rather let's new-conquer'd Trophies chant
Of CÆSAR, th' Empire's large extents;
That North Niphates joyful vaunt.
To their first Lords, conjoyn'd to th' Realms captiv'd:
Bounded late Geloni too;
Ranging small Fields of large depriv'd.
To LICINIUS. Ode X.
Moderation is to be used in either Fortune.
Mounting high Seas; nor wisely goar'd the Main
(Those stormy Ills) much shelfy Shore retain.
With rotten House and filth, nor troubled cloy'd
With pompous Roof, much envy'd wealth enjoy'd.
Tall Pine-trees oft through churlish Winds be crost;
Aspiring Tow'rs with grievous Fall are tost:
Proud Hills the Thunder strikes, opposes most.
Well-temper'd Mind in Fortune's Ebb is taught
To hope, when flowing fears Change with weary thought,
Foul Winters JOVE drives hence who hither brought.
Now Bad not always holds; APOLLO uses
Sometimes well-pleas'd, to awake those silent Muses
With Citherus touch, and stern bent Bow refuses.
In straits be Valiant strong, whilst want prevails
More stoutly Row; as wise, when fuller Gales
(Prosperous times) contract thy Swelling Sails.
To Q. HIRPINUS. Ode XI.
Omitting Cares he should live chearfully.
(HIRPINUS) plots from us by Adrian wave
Divided Realms, like busy man
To search forbear; life so deprave;
Smooth, comely Youth; and hoary head dry-grown
Chaces from our duller Sence.
Blith Loves, more easie slumbers gone.
Nor clear-cheek'd Moon like-formed still doth shine:
Why wasted thus thy feebler pow'rs?
Nought crosses Heav'ns nere-chang'd design.
Or this Pines branch neglected garb (our Hair
Though Grey perfum'd with vernant Rose,
And Syrian nard) while Death doth spare,
Like scatter'd Cloud. What Boy more nimbly shall
Stop that gliding Stream which swells,
Thence Falern Grove allay withal.
Invites as guest? wish her with Ivory Lyre,
Hair bound up more slightly, come,
Smooth knots, Laconian attire.
To MÆCENAS. Ode XII.
Graver things suit not the Lyrick verse; Horace will sing only the Beauty of Lycinnia.
Dire HANNIBAL; nor joyn Sicilian Jars
(When Penian blood with Purple dy'd the Main)
To Citherus softer strain.
Earth's monstrous Ofspring tam'd, by strength outvy'd
Of HERCULES; whose Gyant-band severe
Heaven's gorgeous Roof did fear.
CÆSAR'S grand Wars, MÆCENAS passing me
Canst strongly write; what haughty Kings did wed
The Chain in triumph led.
My Muse bids Chant alone, that brightest Choice,
With Sun-like radiant Eyes, proclaim, admire
Firm Brest with mutual Fire.
'Mongst dancing Troops, nor witty Strife to prove;
Nor when with Maids joyn'd hands in sportive Play
On DIANA'S Holy-day.
Lycimnia wears, exchange for th' Wealthy share
Of ACHAMENE? for all th' Arabian Hoards,
What Phrygian Soil affords?
Or else with easie Harshness wh[illeg.] Denies;
Those joys enforc'd by th' Asker more contenting:
Sometimes kind She preventing.
Ode XIII.
Upon a Tree, with whose sudden Fall he was dangerously oppressed: No Man surely knows what to avoid: the Praises of Sappho and Alcæus.
On hapless Day with sacrilegious hand,
To th' whole Town's shame implanted thee;
And ruine of Posterity.
Strow'd Lodging-rooms by Night (as meant to deck)
With slaughter'd Strangers crimson Gore;
Yea Cholchis-poysons us'd before.
Who, doleful Log, thee for my Field design'd:
Tumbling down from Earthen bed
Upon thy guiltless Master's head.
Know what t'avoid; the Penian Mariner,
For blind dark Fates nought scrupulous,
Dreads only foaming Bosphorus.
Rude Parthians Roman strength and Chains affright:
Various, as unlook'd-for, Death
Hath seiz'd, will seize our mortal breath.
Black Proserpine's, Æacus judging there,
Bow'rs of pious Souls portrai'd
By SAPPHO'S verse whose plaints upbrai'd
ALCÆUS to resound more lofty things
On golden Harp, those Ills in War,
Banishment, Seas sustained are!
(Worth sacred Silence still) though Kings expelling,
By horrid fight, the burly Croud
Drank through their Ears, as most allow'd.
Let fall (amaz'd) black Ears and lofty Crest
At those sweet sounds? when wreathed Snakes
'Bout Furies locks the Pleasure takes.
Their pains deceiv'd, this Charm so pow'rful deem'd:
Nor ORION wish'd to view
Scar'd Lynx, stern Lyoness pursue.
To POSTHUMUS. Ode XIV.
Life is short, and Death most certain.
Nor Piety, best means apply'd
Can Time's furrow'd Front, old Age
Retard; stout Death asswage:
Thou with three hundred Bulls dost please;
Example sad may Titius show,
Three body'd Gerion too;
All Sayl Earth's Sojourners and dust:
Be it King with haughty Brow,
Mean Peasant from the Plough.
And billows tost i'th' Adrian Main;
Fondly Autumn's blast, South-wind,
To th' Body's health unkind:
Must we behold, besmear'd with blood;
DANAUS Girls, SISIPHUS beside
To th' Stone's long labour ty'd.
Must leave, nor of thy planted Grove
Tree but Cypress loath'd, i'th' end,
Shall their frail Lord attend.
(Now lock'd with hundred Keys) shall share;
Wash thy Marble Pavement, though
Priest-Feasts less choice oreflow.
Upon that AGES LUXURY. Ode XV.
Few acres ground to th' good laborious Plough;
Ponds each-where so largely vain,
Like Lucrine Lake; th' unmarry'd Plain,
And Myrtle branch, Violets, each garden Flow'r
Olive-plots with Odours spread,
Which former Lords much profit bred.
Beam-darts exclude; King ROMULUS his days
Rough CATO, wiser Antients
Gave no such Rules nor presidents.
No Gallery, found ten foot wide for pleasure,
Then by frugal Purses made,
Set ope to th' Northern Bear, cool shade:
When fortune would, cheap Turfy shroud; more wise,
Temples, Towns at publick charge
Aim'd with new Stone to grace enlarge.
To GROSPHUS. Ode XVI.
All desire quiet of Mind, which is not gain'd by Wealth, nor Honors, but by curbing the Affections.
Rest begs o'th' Gods, when Silver Moon ingrost
By ugly Clouds, and Seamen's know Stars lost,
Quiet Thracian loves, though fierce for War inroll'd;
Quiet the Mede, with Quiver spruce and bold;
Not, GROSPHUS, bought by Purple, Gems, nor Gold.
For 'tis not Wealth, nor Consul's Lictor proud
Can drive from hence the Minds tumultuous Croud;
Those fluttering Cares gilt Vaulted Roofs ore-cloud.
Shines on his sober Board; nor with base Fear,
Desire his Pillow curs'd, but sweet Sleeps there.
Why, Marksmen-like, Dart we at much for one
Short Life? invade Lands warm'd with a new Sun!
Who, Country fled, from his own self can run?
Foul, guilty Care brass-beaked Ships ascends,
Lies sculk'd aboard; 'mongst Troops of horse attends;
More fleet then Stag, th' East-wind which Tempest sends.
The Mind for present glad, should 'bout the Rest
Not grow disturb'd; harsh Bitter things with Jest
Well temper'd bear; no State's intirely blest.
Swift Destiny ACHILLES seiz'd in's prime;
TITHON consum'd through lingring Age; and time
Drops me perchance for thee things too sublime.
Thine prove some hundred Flocks, 'bout thee there lows
Most wealthy Herd of fat Sicilian Cows;
Thy Chariot-mares do neigh, Wreaths deck thy Brows:
Twice Purpled Wools thee cloath; to me belong
Small Country Grange, slight Muse for Grecian Song
From faithful Fate; despis'd the envious Throng.
To MÆCENAS, being sick. Ode XVII.
Who should he dye, Horace saith that he would be loth to outlive him.
With thy Complaints? 'tis nor by Gods nor me,
That thou should Dye the first, approv'd;
My States grand Pillar, dignity.
(My Souls best Half) why stay I th' other part?
Nor pleasing then, nor perfect Soul,
Surviving thee; that day same Dart
Perfidiously; we'l go, we'l go (howe're
Thou precede) Companions twain
For that last Voyage bent appear.
Nor hundred-handed GYAS from thy side
Ravish me; great justice so
This pleased hath, stern Fates beside.
(That fiercer part of my first native hour)
Views, or Capricorn, which does
Like King th' Hesperian Waves o're-power.
Strangely concur; thee JOVE'S assistant Beam
From SATURN'S spightful Ray did fence,
And dull'd as 'twere those Wings supream
Thy Praise thrice round through the ample Theatre,
Me Tree's falling Trunk upon my head
Had slain, but Wood-god's hand did bar
To th' learned Train, when rais'd thine Offering
Perform'd i'th' Temple vow'd to Health:
We meaner Lamb to th' Ax shall bring.
Ode XVIII.
He saith, he is Content with smaller things, whilst others cherish vain Desires, as if they should ne're Dye.
My House does dress with Gorgeous stuff;
Nor Marble beams dear-bought
Columes from furthest Aff'rick brought
O're-press; nor House or Land
False-Heir'd usurped by my hand:
Nor Lacon Purples spin
Tenants chast Wives to cloath me in:
But Truth that treasure yet
I have, convenient share of Wit.
Rich court my Rank though Poor,
Nor trouble I the Gods for more;
Nor my great Friend, as one
Happy in Sabine field alone.
And new Moons growing Old decease,
Thou Marble near death's doom
Send'st forth to smooth, forgot thy Tomb,
Buildst Houses brave, the Shoar
Would stretch where Seas at Baya roar:
Distend them still in Pride,
With narrow Bank not satisfi'd.
Why, Churl, enlarg'd thy Grounds
Still more, beyond next Tenants bounds
Dost greedy Leap, advance?
Man, Wife's driven out for vagrant Dance,
Their Gods in bosome born;
On back their sordid Brats and torn:
No surer Hall of state
Though waits their wealthy Lord from Fate,
Then th' hungry Infernal Den:
Why striv'st for more? to th' basest men,
King's sons Earth's opened free;
Nor churlish Stygian Guard (we see)
Gold-brib'd, or caught by slight,
Would row PROMETHEUS back to Light.
This curbs proud TANTALUS,
With's Regal race; this called does,
Uncall'd, with Boat addrest
Convoy the poor tir'd Man to rest.
On BACCHUS. Ode XIX.
Inspir'd by Bacchus he chants forth his Praises.
Teaching prime Verse, believ't, Posterity:
Nymphs did learn, Goat-footed, mute
Satyrs with ears acute.
Whilst troubled Joy, brest fill'd with BACCHUS shakes:
Evæ! Liber hold, suspend;
Through branch'd Spear reverend:
That Fount of Wine, those Milky streams to chant
BACCHUS sends, and the Honey show
From hollow Trees doth flow.
Added to th' Stars; Pentheus Roofs deride,
Tost by thee nor ruine small;
With Thrace, Licurgus fall.
Thou (Wine-bedew'd) on desert Clifs dost frame
Churls toth' Biston Priestesses,
Strange Viper-knots for dress.
Thy Fathers Kingdom sought by Hills to clime
Rhæchus didst with Lyon paws
Repel and horrid Jaws.
And mirth affirm'd; nor canst so well Consort
Fighting ways; yet Arbiter
For peace or bloody war.
(With golden Horn) but gently wag'd the Tail;
Thy departing Fleet (to this)
With treble Mouth did kiss.
To MÆCENAS. Ode XX.
Horace turn'd into a Swan will fly through the World; thence promising himself, his Poems should be made immortal.
(Poet Two-form'd) through gentle streaming Air;
Nor will I with Earth consort,
But mount, then Envy greater far:
(That man whom thou dost call in Favours sign
Belov'd) MÆCENAS, will not dye;
Nor shall Styx-wave my Ghost confine.
And I into that whitest Bird am chang'd,
Th' upper part soft Plumes do fit
My shoulders, hands, in order rang'd.
Those groaning Shores of Bosphor I will view;
Sands of parched Getes, thus;
Loud-chanting Bird, North climates too.
He'd seem to slight our Troops) Geloni cold;
And Spaniard skilful me shall learn,
Those French that Rhodan drink, sold.
Sow'r dismal Moans, Complaints, as Death my share;
Noise reprove, discharg'd by this
Idle honours of the Sepulcher.
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