BOOK IV.

O DE I.

To VENUS.

GAIN? new Tumults in my breaft?

A Ah fpare me, Venus! let me, let me reft!

I am not now, alas! the man

As in the gentle Reign of My Queen Anne. Ah found no more thy foft alarms,

Nor circle fober fifty with thy Charms.

Mother too fierce of dear Defires!

Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires.

To Number five direct your Doves,

There spread round MURRAY all your blooming

Loves;

Intermiffa, Venus, diu

Rurfus bella moves? parce precor, precor.

Non fum qualis eram bonae

Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium

Mater faeva Cupidinum,

Circa luftra decem flectere mollibus

Jim durum imperiis: abi

Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces.

Tempeftivius in domum.

Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus,

Noble and young, who ftrikes the heart

With ev'ry fprightly, ev'ry decent part: Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To charm the Miftrefs, or to fix the Friend. He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall ftretch thy conquefts over half the kind: To him each Rival shall submit,

Make but his Riches equal to his Wit. Then shall thy Form the Marble grace, (Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face. His Houfe, embofom'd in the Grove,

Sacred to focial life and focial love,

Shall glitter o'er the pendent green,

Where Thames reflects the visionary scene: Thither, the filver-founding lyres

Shall call the fmiling Loves, and young Defires;

Commiffabere Maximi;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens,

Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium,

Late figna feret militiae tuae. Et, quandoque potentior

Largi muneribus riferit aemuli,

Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea. Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura; lyraque et Berecynthia Delectabere tibia

Mixtis carminibus, non fine fistula.

There, ev'ry Grace and Mufe fhall throng,
Exalt the dance, or animate the fong;
There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay,
Shall hail the rifing, close the parting day.
With me, alas! thofe joys are o'er;

For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu fond hope of mutual fire,

The ftill-believing, still renew'd defire; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl,

And all the kind Deceivers of the foul! But why? ah tell me, ah too dear!

Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear? Why words fo flowing, thoughts so free,

Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee? Thee, dreft in Fancy's airy beam,

Abfent I follow thro' th' extended Dreamı; Now, now I feize, I clafp thy charms,

And now you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms

Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido

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In morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Mec nec femina, nec puer

Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui,

Nec certare juvat mero,

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacryma per genas

Cur facunda parum decoro

Inter verba cadit lingua filentio?

And swiftly shoot along the Mall,

Or foftly glide by the Canal,

Now shown by Cynthia's filver ray,

And now, on rolling waters fnatch'd away.

Nocturnis ego fomniis

Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor Te per gramina Martii

Campi te, per aquas, dure, volubiles.

Part of the
of the NINTH

ODE

Of the FOURTH BOOK.

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EST you fhould think that verfe thall die,
Which founds the Silver Thames along,

Taught on the wings of Truth to fly
Above the reach of vulgar fong;

Tho' daring Milton fits fublime,
In Spenfer native Muses play;
Nor yet fhall Waller yield to time,
Nor penfive Cowley's moral lay-

Ne forte credas interitura, quae
Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum
Non ante vulgatas per artes
Verba loquor focianda chordis ;

Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet
Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent
Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces
Stefichorique graves Camenae: