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To the PEOPLE of ROME. Ode XIV.
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 | The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books |  |
To the PEOPLE of ROME. Ode XIV.
He praises Augustus, late returned out of Spain a Conquerour.
Like
Hercules, behold again
(Since Laurel priz'd at life they sought)
CÆSAR his Houshold-Gods from Spain
Has Victor brought.
(Since Laurel priz'd at life they sought)
CÆSAR his Houshold-Gods from Spain
Has Victor brought.
March forth each Wife of single Spouse,
To th' Gods yield Sacrifice, first plac'd
Sister to th' Noble Chief; your brows
With Fillet grac'd.
To th' Gods yield Sacrifice, first plac'd
Sister to th' Noble Chief; your brows
With Fillet grac'd.
Mothers of safe Young men enjoy'd,
Youths last, new-marry'd Wives, which thus
Spectators prove, bad Speech avoid,
Spightful, ominous.
Youths last, new-marry'd Wives, which thus
Spectators prove, bad Speech avoid,
Spightful, ominous.
This day, true Feast to me, like Cloud
Black thoughts dispels; no tumult ere
My heart (grand CÆSAR Prince allow'd
To th' World) shall fear.
Black thoughts dispels; no tumult ere
My heart (grand CÆSAR Prince allow'd
To th' World) shall fear.
Go Boy, for Unguent, Garlands run,
Wines old as Marsyan broyls advance;
Rambling Spartacus croud some Tun
If scap'd by chance.
Wines old as Marsyan broyls advance;
Rambling Spartacus croud some Tun
If scap'd by chance.
And wish shrill-voyc'd NÆERA too
Bind up her Myrrh-perfumed Hair;
If Porter loath'd cause stops, ado,
Fond waiting spare:
Bind up her Myrrh-perfumed Hair;
If Porter loath'd cause stops, ado,
Fond waiting spare:
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Gray head damps, mitigates the mind,
Else prone to Brauls and quarrelling;
My Youth, when PLANCUS Consul shin'd,
Had scorn'd that thing.
Else prone to Brauls and quarrelling;
My Youth, when PLANCUS Consul shin'd,
Had scorn'd that thing.
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