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“ I have a thousand thanks to give
My Lord alone knows how to tive." No sooner said, but from the Hall
210 Rulh Chaplain, Butler, Dogs and all : “ A Rat, a Rat! clap to the door The Cat comes bouncing on the floor. O for the heart of Homer's Mice, Or Gods to save them in a trice!
215 (It was by Providence they think, For your damn’d Stucco has no chink.) “ An't please your Honour, quoth the Peasant, “ This fame Dessert is not so pleasant: “Give me again my hollow Tree,
220 “ A Crust of Bread, and Liberty !
NTERMISSA, Venus, diu
Rursus bella moves ? parce precor, precor. Non fum qualis eram bonae
Sub regno Cynarae. desine, dulcium Mater faeva Cupidinum,
Circa lustra decem fectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis: abi
Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces, Tempestiviús in domum
Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus, Comiffabere Maximi;
Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens,
Et pro solicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium,
Late figna feret militiae tuae. Et, quandoque potentior
Largi muneribus riserit aemuli,
O DE I.
GAIN? new Tumults in my breast?
Ah spare me, Venus ! let me, let me reft! I am not now, alas! the man
As in the gentle Reign of My Queen Anne. Ah sound no more thy soft alarms,
Nor circle sober fifty with thy Charms: Mother too fierce of dear Desires !
Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires.
With ev'ry sprightly, ev'ry decent part ;
To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend. He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,
Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each Rival shall fubmit,
Make but his Riches equal to his Wit.
* This, and the unfinished imitation of the winch Ode of the fourth Book which follows, shew as happy a vein for the Odes of Horace as for the Epistles. Vol. VI.
Albanos prope te lacus
Ponet marmoream sub trabe citrea. Illic plurima naribus
Duces thura s lyræque et Berecynthize Delectabere tibia
Mixtis carminibus, non fine fiftula. Illic bis pueri die
Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido
In morem Salium ter quatient humum. Me 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 ? Nocturnis te ego fomniis
Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor Te per gramina Martii
Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.
Then shall thy Form the Marble grace,
(Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face : His House, emborom'd in the Grove,
Sacred to social life and social love,
Where Thames reflects the visionary scene :
Defires; There, ev'ry Grace and Mufe shall throng,
Exalt the dance, or animate the fong; There Youths and Nymphs, in consort gay,
Shall, hail the rising, close the parting day. With me, alas ! those joys are o'er ;
For me, the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire,
The still believing, fill-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 Aowing, thoughts fo free,
Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee? Thee, drest in Fancy's airy beam,
Absent I follow thro' th' extended Dream; Now, now I feize, I clasp thy charms,
And now you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms; And swiftly shoot along the Mall,
Or softly glide by the Cand,
And now, on rolling waters snatch'd away.