The Odes and Epodon of Horace, In Five Books :: :: University of Virginia Library

Dost VENUS move Love-wars again,
Unpractis'd long? excuse me now, my Strength
Is not now such as when did raign
Kind-hearted CYNERA: forbear at length,
Cruel Mother oft of sweet desires;
Taught me to bend, (Ag'd fifty years, or more)
To th' wanton Task. Go where thy fires
Fond Youngsters beg, with soothing Prayers implore;
Thou seasonabler Friend shall Feast,
Swift drawn by joyned Swans, within the Roof
Of PAULUS MAXIMUS as Guest;
If Livor seek'st compos'd for Flames of proof;

This Noble-rank'd and comely fac'd,
Well-spoken too for sad Delinquents found,
With hundred Arts Youth neatly grac'd,
Thy warlike Ensigns wide shall bear, renown'd:
Whose powerful Smiles win more respect,
Then largest Guifts from common Rivals doe,
This Marble Statue shall erect
For thee near Alban Lakes, rich Covering too;
There bounteous Frankincense thy smell
Shall banquet oft, thy curious Ears delight
Choice verse to th' Harp conjoyned well;
Pipe Berecinthian too shall Flutes invite:
There Youth with tender Girls thy power,
Even and Morn, shall dancing celebrate;
Thrice beating still the Earth that hour
With their white feet, like Mars his Priests instate.
Me Womankind nor pleases now,
Nor credulous hope of Faithful answering Love,
Mutual flames; nor girded Brow
With Odorous Flow'rs, nor strifes in Wine to prove.
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To JULIUS ANTONIUS. Ode II.

He much advanceth Pindar's height, Greek Stile; then, praises Augustus.

Who PINDAR'S Stile to reach doth aim,
Trusts waxen Wings, which chanc'd to please
Th' Icarian Youth, and drown'd may name
The glassy Seas.

Like flood from lofty Cliffs, whom showr's
Have overswell'd its ancient Bound,
Boyls PINDAR high, large Language pours
From Mouth profound.

Worthy'st to be with Laurel grac'd,
When shows in Dithyrambicks bold
Uulgar stile; Verse freely pac'd,
By none controull'd.

When chanteth Gods, or mighty Kings
Their seed, by whom (most just) destroy'd
Centaurs Chimæra's dreadfull stings,
Which flames did void.

Or those, th' Elean Palm brought home,
Celestial stil'd (the Horse-combatant,
Or foot) 'bove hundred Statues dumb,
Tongu'd verse doth grant.

Snatch'd Youth from weeping Bride does mourn
By fates, whose Valour, golden parts,
'Mongst Stars enroll'd; from Grave deaths scorn
Frees his Deserts.

Much Gale this sweet Dyrræan Swan,
To th' cloudy Coast when oft aspires,
Doth raise like Bee Calabrian
With low Desires.

Which through the Wood, moist Tibur-bank
Sweet Thyme doth search with toilsome Wing:
Laborious strains of smaller Rank
My Muse doth sing.

Thou with grand Harp, enlarged Verse
Shalt CÆSAR chant; when drags in Pride
Through sacred Mount the Germans fierce,
Palm-beautifi'd.

Then whom kind Gods to th' Earth have given
Nought greater, better Things; nor none
Will give, though times returned even
To th' Golden one.

Thou Festivals and publick Sports
Shalt chant, since to his Royal home
Stout CÆSAR obtain'd; when freed Law-courts
From wrangling, dumb:

Large part (what worthy ought) then bring:
My Mouth shall joyn, and blisful I,
O fairest day! extoll'd, shall sing;
Great CÆSAR nigh.

Thou marching first, with general Voice,
Grand Triumph, O! grand Triumph, we
Shall round proclaim; burn Incence choice
To th' Gods, most free.

Thou shalt ten Bulls prepare, ten Cows;
Me weaned Calf acquits the spoil
From Dam, growing big to serve my Vows
On fruitful Soil:

Whose younger Front those fiery horns
O'th' Moon presents, when three days old;
White Snowy mark his Brow adorns,
The rest like Gold.

To MELPOMENE. Ode III.

Horace is born a Poet, by that Art gaining immortal glory.

Whom thou, Melpomene, with smile
When born behold'st, nor big through Champion-stile,
Laborious Wrastling sport shall blaze;
Nor Conqueror swift joyned Horse for Race
In Grecian Chariot shall bear:
Nor valour make in th' Capital appear
Command chief, with Laurel crown'd;
For taming Kings proud, swelling Threats renown'd:
Such grand exploits of Warlike toil:
But purling Streams which flow through Tibur Soil,
And Woods green Locks delightful spread
Through Lyrick-verse enoble shall that Head.
Rome's Youth, whom States as Queen admire,
Have honour'd me 'mongst that beloved Quire
Of Poets to advance enroll'd:
Freed now from Envious tooth, more uncontroull'd.
O thou Pierian, whose art
Doth sweetest sound to th' golden Harp impart;
Who canst to silent Fish, with ease,
Give dying Swans harmonious Tunes, if please;
'Tis thy indulgent Guift alone,
That by each pointing Finger I am shown
Well-skill'd in Roman Harp divine;
That I do breath and Please (if please) is Thine

To the CITY of ROME, Ode IV.

Touching the good Parts of Drusus, and his training up under Augustus.

Such as that fierce and Thunder-bearing Bird,
Whom JOVE the King of Gods gave empire high
Or'e wandring Foul since (Faith unstir'd)
Snatch'd Gold-hair'd GANIMEDE to Sky;

Whom Youth long since with Fathers vigorous strain
Thrust forth the Nest, not knowing hardy Toil,
And vernal Winds (clear'd stormy rain)
Did teach th' unused ways of spoil;

Less Bold before; strait 'mongst the fleeced Flocks
Strong lively force with Beak hostile doth send;
Dragons though like sturdy Rocks,
Sharp fight and wisht-for Prey his end:

Or such as wild-bred Goat intentive even
On pasture fair, beholds the Lyons whelp,
From's yellow Mothers dug late driven;
Food for new Teeth, dispairing help:

Such was beheld DRUSUS, when waged war
Under their Alps, by Rhetians, Vandelicks,
Amazonian Axes rare
In their right hand that us'd to fix:

Though whence deriv'd to search I shall forbear
(Nor can all things be found) those armed Bands
(Far victorious) scatter'd were
By youthful Heads design, commands,

And felt what native Wit more noble Strain,
Well-tutor'd in aspiring Cells could doe
And what paternal CÆSAR'S brain
Could work in these young NERO'S too.

Stout Men from stout and good descend, proceed;
In Bullocks, Horse Sire's vertue sparks do prove:
Nor will conquering Eagles breed
The softly plum'd, unwarlike Dove.

Fit Counsel though does inbred Force advance;
Brests stronger prove Wise nurturing when imbrace;
And where Manners fail (sad chance)
Bad acts their well-born Strains disgrace.

What thou great Rome to th' NERO'S ow'st unquell'd.
Witness Metaurus-stream, where sunk by Fate
Asdrubal; that day expell'd
Dark fogs from our Italian state:

Which day first smil'd in plenteous Fruits and Corn,
Since that dire Hannibal through Towns did ride
(As the slain through Torches born)
Pass'd through Sicilian Seas with pride.

That conquest gor, Rome's youth hath flourish'd grown
By prosperous Toils; and Temples, much defac'd
By th' wicked Penian croud, their own
Right Gods enjoy securely plac'd.

And thus, at length spoke HANNIBAL'S grand heat;
Devouring Wolves, we Stags fond prey indeed
Do hunt, pursue, whose force to cheat,
Escape might splendid Triumph breed.

That Nation which, grown strong from burned Troy,
Their tossed Gods through Tuscan Seas high-wrought,
Children, Grandsires too (with joy)
To th' loath'd Ausonian Towns hath brought.

Like barbed Oak by sturdy Axes shorn,
Whose branches lopt in fruitful Algidus,
Wealth from slaughters, Loss hath born;
From wounding Sword more vigorous.

Not Hydra more, when Body slash'd, renew'd
Firm Combatant to th' grief of HERCULES;
Nor Thebes Colchos-monster view'd
More strange, whose Pair did dead encrease.

Drown him i'th' Deep he'l stronger, fairer rise;
Grapple with him, with glory he'l orecome
His conqueror; set Battles tries,
For Wives fond Table-talk at home.

I now no more proud Messengers shall send
To Carthage of our Acts, Hope dead, 'tis dead;
With fortune of our Name in th' end,
Since soul of ASDRUBAL is fled.

What cannot do those Claudian hands, fulfil?
Whom JOVE does guard with most indulgent care;
Whom sound martial wisdom-still
Bears through th' accutest Points of War.

To AGUSTUS. Ode V.

That he would at length return to Rome.

O spring, from milder Gods best Guardian
To th' Roman race, th' art now too long away,
Though promis'd quick Dispatch to th' reverend train
Of Senators; return, we pray.

Restore, dear chief Light to thy Country-Skies,
For when beheld those Spring-like looks of thine,
More grateful goes the Day in peoples eyes;
And Suns more gloriously do shine.

As Mother youthful Son, whom envious blast
Of Northern Wind beyond Carpathian Seas
(Now lingring more then yearly term orepast)
Detains from sweetest Home and ease;

With Vows importunes oft, pray'rs, Omens skill;
Nor turns her Visage from the crooked Shore:
So, touch'd with loyal Flames, his Country still
Does CÆSAR mourning seek, implore.

Since th' Ox does then rove safely Pasture-ground,
CERES does nourish Fields, abundant Corn;
Ships fly through quiet Seas, and Faith is found
To fear all blame, much less forsworn.

The honest house with Lust not stain'd, debas'd;
Good Julian Laws have purg'd those fouler Crimes:
Child-births, since like to th' Fathers more are prais'd;
Just Doom doth follow Guilt betimes.

Who Parthian does, cold frozen Scythian fear?
Or who that Brood which horrid Germany
Brings forth great CÆSAR safe? who values e're
Spain's broils, hostility?

Each couched views the Day from his own Hills,
To th' widow'd Elm whilst marries there the Vine;
Thence to's Repast, where second Table fills
Devote to thee, like Pow'r divine.

Thee with much pray'r, and thee with Wine implores,
Pour'd forth diffus'd; thy Deity does bless
Mongst houshold Gods, as thankful Greece adores
Great CASTOR, valiant HERCULES.

Long, worthi'st Chief, may Festivals be given
By thee to Rome, i'th' Morning be that spread,
When we are dry; when moist with drink i'th' Even;
And Sol through th' Ocean gone to Bed.

To APOLLO and DIANA, a Secular Poem. Ode VI.

God , whom proud NIOBE'S large Race
Tongues scourge did feel, and TITIUS, base
For lust; ACHILLES too, that high
Troy conquer'd nigh:

Great'st man of Arms but small to thee,
Sea-Goddess Son though fam'd to be;
Which could with Spears most dreadful powr's
Shake Trojan Tow'rs:

Like Pine with wounding Ax down cast,
Or Cypres torn by Eastern blast,
He prostrate fell, Neck, shoulders thrust
In Trojan dust

He'd not through wooden Horse, bely'd
Guift to Minerva, thence deride
Ill-feasting Trojans, PRIAM'S Court
'Midst Dances, sport:

But cruel would with open Brands
Yet speechless Babes in Swadling-bands
Have burnt, or lurking in the Womb,
Felt Mothers doom:

Had not that Father o'th' Gods through thine,
And lovely VENUS suit, Design,
Stor'd for ÆNEAS happier Fate;
Rome's Walls and State.

Prime-voic'd Thalia's Tutor rare,
Drenching in Zanthus stream thy hair,
Smooth PHÆBUS shown with grace, defend
Song Latin-pen'd.

PHÆBUS inspires my Mind, doth th' art
Of Verse and Poets name impart;
Mixt Virgins chief, and Youth's that bud
From noble blood,

By th' Delian Goddess crown'd whose Bow
Wild Beasts inthralls and nimble Row,
Learn well my Saphick feet: Harps touch
Regard as much:

Chanting, when fit, Latona's son,
With Nights increasing Lamp, the Moon;
Prospering Fruits, and swiftest found,
Months chasing round.

Thou Maid, when grown a Wife, wilt say,
Tuneful to th' Gods on Feasting day
I HORACE his well-chanted Verse
Did learn'd rehearse.

To MANLIUS TORQUATUS. Ode VII.

All things change in time, therefore he should live chearfully.

The Snows are fled; now Grass by fields is worn;
Leaf-dress doth Trees adorn.
Earth changes proves and Floods, from wilder race
Recall'd their Chancels trace.
AGLAIA dares now nak'd with Sisters twain,
And Nymphs dance round the Plain.
The Year forbids thee hope perpetual stay;
And th' Hour that whirls the Day:
Zeph'rus last cold allays; Summer the spring
Outwears, that perishing;
Then luscious Autumn pours her Fruits, and then
Dull Winter shews agen.
Yet nimble Moons their wained Loss repair,
But we when sunk, where are
ÆNEAS good, rich Tullus, Ancus thrust,
Prove empty shades and dust.
Who knows if Gods will joyn to this days Score
To Morrow's hours in store?
What now thou giv'st, through franker Mind dost use,
Some greedy Heirs but loose.
When th' art once dead, and MINOS Judg hath pass'd
Thy sentence clear, at last.

Nor Birth, TORQUATUS, high, nor eloquence,
Vertue shall free thee thence:
Not DIAN can Hippolitus revive
(Chast Youth) from dark reprieve:
Nor THESEUS spoil Lethæan bond, which does
Hold dear Perithous.

To CENSORINUS. Ode VIII.

Nothing can make Men immortal, more then Poets Verses.

I should give Silver Bouls, lov'd CENSORINE,
Statues of Brass to my Comrades, as free,
Or rich three-footed Tables, present fine
For Grecian Chiefs; nor guifts of mean Degree
Should's thou enjoy; if wealthy in things of Art
Which SCOPAS or PARRASIUS did invent;
On Marble This, in colours That his part
Most lively play'd, Man, God could represent:
But I have no such pow'r, nor dost thou want
In mind, or House those daintier Rarities:
Verses thou lov'st, and we can Verses chant,
Frankly bestow; Guifts valuable these:
Not Marble carv'd with publick titles, praise,
By which Life-breath does seem restor'd withal
To Worthies dead; nor timerous flights so base,
Proud threats repell'd of churlish HANNIBAL,
Nor burning Tops of perjur'd Carthage Tow'rs,
More brightly show'd his Worth, who manful gain'd
New-added name from Africk's conquer'd pow'rs,
Then ENNIUS, that Calabrian Muse well-strain'd.
Nor could'st thou reap Reward, where Papers dumb
To thy grand Acts, what would of ROMULUS,
That Youth by MARS and ILIA become,
Did envious Silence shroud his Praise from us?
Æacus snatcht from Stygian streams and fate
Wits force, regard, from Poets powerful high;
To th' Islands wealthy term'd does consecrate:
Praise-worthy men stout Mase forbids to Dye.

Muse does advance to Heaven; Thus, honour'd Guest
Herc'les inroll'd at JOVE'S desired board:
Castor and Pollux stars (with Godhead blest)
Tost Ships from gulfy Depths have oft restor'd:
BACCHUS, whose brows with green Vine-branch are crown'd,
Hears Poets pray'rs; their Friends doth make renown'd.

To LOLLIUS. Ode IX.

His Writings shall never perish; Virtue is smother'd, lost without the help of Poems: he will chant the praise of LOLLIUS.

Lest thou shouldst think those Words as vanish'd, gone,
Which I (born near far-sounding Aufidus)
Speak by Arts of late unknown.
With strings to be combined thus;

Although first Rank Mæonian HOMER have,
Yet not hid PINDAR SIMONIDES;
Sharp ALCÆUS Songs, nor grave
Which warlike Stesichor did please:

Nor what long since ANACREON lightly plai'd
Hath Time devour'd ought, still breaths the Love
Of Sapho, that Æolian Maid,
Whose fires on strings do chanted prove.

Not only HELLEN'S heart inflam'd ('tis told)
With spruce-comb'd Locks of fine Adulterer,
Cloaths admir'd orelaid with Gold,
Kings garb, resplendent Train from far.

Nor TEUCER from Cidonian Bow let fly
Fist Archer-shafts, nor Troy besieg'd was known
But once; Idomeneus high
Nor Stenelus fought wars alone

For Muses Song: not HECTOR bravely stout,
Nor stern Deiphobus did first endure
Doleful wounds for Sons (no doubt)
Belov'd and Wives most chastly pure.

Many men breath'd ere Agamemnon's Age;
That now lye smother'd, lost, and undeplor'd
In longest Night, both Valiant, Sage;
Since reverend Poet want, record.

Virtue conceal'd not differs much from scorn'd,
Well-bury'd Sloath; my Papers shall not thee
Leave in silence unadorn'd,
Nor those thy Labours blasted be,

Without Revenge, by black Oblivion.
Best LOLLIUS, thou bear'st most prudent Mina
For Affairs, and even known,
When times of prosperous, Doubtful kind.

Scourge to false Avarice, reserv'd, and clear
From thirst of Coin, which all does draw, controll:
Nor provest Consul for one year,
But oft, as faithful Judg, thy Soul

Hath honest things advanc'd 'bove gainful, base;
And lofty scorn'd Bribes from injurious Hands
Of wrongful men, bold Arms displays
Unmov'd through their opposing Bands.

Thou shalt not truly stile Blessed that Man
Who much enjoys; more rightly Name of blest
Vaunteth he, who wisely can
Use guifts o'th' Gods with sober Brest:

As skillful knows hard Want withal t'endure;
Who worse then death doth fear flagitious Crime:
That Man dares to perish sure
For his lov'd Friends and Country-clime.

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Ode X. Omitted on good grounds.

To PHILLIS. Ode XI.

He invites her to a Banquet in April, being the Birth-day of MÆCENAS.

View, PHILLIS, cask of Alban Wine,
Near ten years Old; th' Orchard beneath
With Smallage, Ivy store does shine,
Fit Crowns to wreath;

From whence thy Self dost Beams reflect:
My House with Silver smiles, Lamb's gore
Th' Altar desires, with Vervin deckt
Till sprinkled o're.

Each hand assists, both here and there
Youths, Maidens, joyn'd industrious run,
Whilst rolling flames dark Smoak do bear,
Like Clouds to th' Sun.

Joy's cause let this be mentioned,
Th' Ides thou must celebrate, that day
Guts April's half, which Month Sea-bred
VENUS doth sway.

Justly observ'd, ev'n as mine Own
Birth-day, with hallow'd Reverence,
His years since my MÆCENAS known
To count from thence.

TELEPHUS, whom thou seek'st in vain,
(Beyond thy rank) Rich wealthy Lass,
Blith, wanton too, with grateful Chain
Inthralled has.

Burnt PHAETON proud hopes affright;
Wing'd Pegasus (sad tale to th' wise)
BELLEROPHON, that earth-born Knight,
Ill bare to Skys.

That, comely things pursu'd, and those
Too high thought Crime renounc'd may prove,
(Unequal Match) come then thou close
Of all my Love:

For from this time none other She
Shall warm my Heart, learn Verse to sing
With powerful Voice, then scatter'd be
Black Cares, take flight.

To VIRGIL. Ode XII.

He sets forth the Spring, and invites Virgil upon a condition to a Banquet.

Now Western Winds more gently stretch the Sayls,
Comrades o'th' Spring, with softer-breathed Gales;
Fields not Ice-stiff, nor Rivers murmuring show,
Big-swell'd with Winter's Snow.

That hapless Bird, which ITIS Mourns, doth frame
Her Swallows nest; that Brand, th' eternal shame
Of CECROP's house, who barbarous Lust so ill
Reveng'd as Babe to kill.

The Shepherd's verse on tender grass do sing
To th' warbling Pipe, and welcome so the Spring;
Pleasing that God whom Flocks, Arcadia's sight,
Those gloomy Hills delight.

Warm Season, VIRGIL, now the thirst doth Fire.
But Wine Calene thy Fancy, if shall desire,
Thou (lov'd by th' Noblest Youths) mayst bargain make,
For Nard's sweet Unguent take:

Thy little Box draws forth for thee a Tun,
Lodg'd now beneath Sulpitius Vaults from Sun;
Pow'rful new Hopes t'infuse, and from thy Brest
Wash bitter Cares, unrest.

Such Joys if wouldst obtain more nimbly hast
With th' od'rous Price; I'l not my Liquor wast,
Nor drench thee in my Cups free-cost, like those
Where plenteous House o're-flows:

Shew then delays, with Lucre's fond desires.
And mindful soon of those black Funeral Fires.
Short Folly mix with Counsel grave; 'tis sweet
To fool, place season fit.

To LYCE. Ode XIII.

He insults over her, that growing Old, Young-men do scorn, despise her.

Gods (LYCE) at length, kind Gods have heard,
My Vows, th' art now grown Old and mar'd:
Yet, alas! wouldst fain seem Fair,
Canst Toy, out-drink thy share.

With trembling Notes in Wine dost prove
Some Youths ore-cold Desires to move;
He fresh CHIA's Voice doth seek;
Lean's on her Spring-like Cheek.

But flyes past juiceless Oaks in scorn,
So foul thy rotten Teeth (forlorn)
Make thee, wrinkled Face and Head
Where Snow's discovered.

Nor can bright Purples, glistering Stones
Fetch back past glorious years, which once
Time hath shut with nimbler-hand,
In known Record to stand.

Where's now that Venus, colour gone,
That active Grace? what thing, what one
Of her which breath'd forth Loves, whose Eyes
Did me from Self surprize:

Blest Form next CYNERA's, renown'd,
Wore moving'st Arts; but short Life-bound
Fates set forth to her, though (shame)
Will LYCE keep chang'd Dame,

Till as the Raven monstrous Old,
That fervent Youth may Noses hold;
Nor without much Laughter see
Fire-brand cinders turn'd in thee.

To AUGUSTUS. Ode XIV.

The Roman Senate could not give Augustus Honours equal to his Virtues.

What care of Senate-Lords or people may
With fullest Honours, guifts (AUGUSTUS high)
Through Statues styles, Historick way
Thy Virtues grant eternity:

O thou of Princes great'st, where-ere the Sun
Enlightens habitable Ground from far;
Whom rough Vindelicks, that shun
Rome's laws, have learn'd what thou in War

Canst stoutly atchive; for by thy conquering Bands
Genauni, Brenni swift (keen-temper'd Race)
DRUSUS oft through thy commands
Ore-turn'd, and did their Forts deface:

Which shew'd on dreadful Alps their threatning Tow'rs:
Soon after too those Rhætians (fiercely fam'd)
Th' elder NERO through thy pow'rs
Prosperous guidance bravely tam'd.

Most worthy to behold in Martial strife,
How he did tire with slaughtering chase their Brests
(To Death devout 'bove thralled Life)
Like southern Wind whose blasts infests

The sturdy, rolling waves, Pleideian train
Breaking through clouds: such active he with speed
To vex arm'd Troops, through-Fire to strain
Advance with his incensed steed.

So hurries on bull-form'd Aufidus
Which washeth CAUNUS Realm, th' Apulian bounds;
And raging fearful Deluge thus
Designs to th' well manured grounds;

As CLAUDIUS force extream did ruine, spoil
Those iron-fenced Troops Barbarian,
(Formost, last measur'd, strow'd the Soil)
Bright Conqueror scarce lost a man:

Thou sending armed pow'rs, firm Counsels thou,
Propitious Gods; for on that self same day
Great havens, Court with humble Brow
Set ope by Alexandria:

Not fifteen years, Fortune indulgent thus
Did give by CLAUDIUS war most happy Cloze;
Wisht-for Honour, praise assign'd
To thee, shewn vengeance on thy Foes.

Thee stout Cantabria till now untam'd,
Mede, Judian both, thee Scythians wanting home
Admire; O thou defence proclaim'd
To Italy, worlds Empress Rome.

Thee Nilus which conceals his Fountain-heads,
And Ister-stream, that rapaid Tigris thee,
With whale-stor'd Main which murmur spreads
On farthest shores of Britany.

Thee land of France, which death-contemners prove,
Laborious Spain does fear, obey by Fate;
Germans thee (though slaughters love)
Their Arms laid by do venerate.

Ode XV.

The praises of AUGUSTUS.

Me when inclin'd to sing of Wars, the Fame
Of Cities won with Harp, PHÆBUS did blame;
With smaller Sayls least try'd profound
Ocean Tyrrhene: CÆSAR renown'd;

Thy time hath Fruits to Fields, most plenteous hoard,
And Ensigns lost to our great JOVE restor'd,
From proud-deck'd Parthian Posts of late:
Shut also JANUS warlike Gate.

Now freed from Broyls compos'd, right Orders dress;
And curb'd with Bit wandring Licentiousness
Guilt scoured off by Laws, well fill'd
Call'd back Rome's antient Arts exil'd:

By which the Latine name, th' Italick flow'r
Of strength first grew; whose vast Imperial pow'r,
Fame to th' Sun's uprising spread
From's Western fall, Hesperian bed.

Whilst CÆSAR governs things, no Civil force,
Mad Fury shall soft Quiet harm, Divorce;
Rage which forges Swords, o'rethrows
All League, turns Citty-friends to Foes.

Not those which drink Danubius-stream, so fair,
Shall break the Julian Laws, not Getes shall dare;
Seres, faithless Persian Crew,
Nor those which Tanais-banks do view.

Whilst we on holy Eves each Festival,
'Midst chearful BACCHUS guifts, our Matrons all,
Boys invoking first (as right)
The Gods, our Fathers us'd delight,

With Lydian Pipes conjoyned Verse shall sing;
Those Captains bravely dead, Rome honouring;
Troy withal, ANCHISES name,
And VENUS Off-spring chant, proclaim.