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Horace in London

Consisting of imitations of the first two books of the odes of Horace. By the authors of the rejected addresses, or the new theatrum poetarum [Horace and James Smith]

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ODE XXVI. THE STRAW BONNET.

Musis amicus, tristitiam et metus.

Belov'd by the Nine, I leave care till to-morrow,
And cull pleasure's roses while yet in their bloom;
The winds that blow round me shall dissipate sorrow,
And bear the blue devils to Pharoah's red tomb.
Thy Emperor, Gaul, may astonish the nations,
While Neptune forbids him to Britain to roam,
He's free to sow discord in German plantations,
Then marry, the better to reap it at home.
Ye Muses, who bathe in clear fountains, and dwell in
The regions of rhyme with Apollo above,
Oh! aid me to sing of my favourite Ellen,
And warble in chorus the accents of love.

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Come, weave me a chaplet to deck her straw bonnet,
Tho' small the applause that your labour secures;
For sure, if there's faith in my sight or my sonnet,
Her roses and lilies are brighter than your's.