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Audivere, Lyce, &c. Hor. Book 4. Ode 13. Imitated.
  
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Audivere, Lyce, &c. Hor. Book 4. Ode 13. Imitated.

By the Same.

Lyce, at length my vows are heard,
My vows so oft to heaven preferr'd;
Welcome, thy silver'd hairs!
In vain thy affectation gay
To hide the manifest decay,
In vain thy youthful airs.

319

If still thy cheeks preserve a blush,
With heat of wine, not youth they flush,
Unamiable stain!
If still thou warblest, harsh the note
When trembling age shakes in the throat
Th'involuntary strain.
Think'st thou can these my love prolong?
(Ungrateful blush! untuneful song!)
Or rival Hebe's charms?
Hebe melodious, Hebe fair,
For judgment swells her rapt'rous air,
For youth her blushes warms.
The rosy cheek, the forehead smooth,
Those native ornaments of youth,
Once lost, are lost for aye.
No art can smooth, no paint repair
The furrow'd face; no diamond's glare
Give lustre to decay.

320

What now of all which once was thine,
Feature, Complexion, Mien divine,
Remains the sense to charm?
Why now command they not my love?
Once could they—even tho' Cloe strove
Their empire to disarm.
Cloe!—alas, thou much-lov'd name!
Thou, full of beauty, full of fame,
Found'st an untimely urn!
Whilst Lyce, reft of every grace
T'enrich th'mind, t'adorn the face,
Still lives, the public scorn.
 

The contemptuous satire at the conclusion of the original, is preserved in the English, but a graver turn is given to it, instead of the more ludicrous one of Horace. Whether judiciously or no, may be better determined by any body, than by the author.