And Tiber's Mouths, far off; with Riches ftor'd And rough in Arts of War: which, Fame reports, [fpring, Which should hereafter raze the Tyrian Tow'rs. Hence a wide-ruling People, proud in War, Should come for Libya's Bane, fo doom the Fates! This fear'd Saturnia, and th' old War remember'd Which first at Troy fhe wag'd for Argi dear, Nor yet the Grounds of Wrath, and cruel Griefs Of flighted Beauty; and the hated Race, Fir'd with all this, fhe chas'd from Latium far The Trojans toft o'er the whole Ocean, Reliques Of Greeks and stern Achilles: many Years They wander'd, driv'n by Fates, all Seas about. So vaft the Toil to found the Roman State! To a young Gentleman, on his Recovery from a Fit of Sickness. Who was late concern'd to hear > The danger of a Life fo dear, Would now a friendly Verse employ How did they mourn your early Bloom, The Promise of a Man to come! The pleasing Hope they us'd to raise, When planning of your future Days! O tread in Virtue's happy Road, True to your felf, and to your God: HORACE, ODE XV. BOOK I. I. S faithless Paris plough'd his liquid Way, AP Pleas'd and transported with his beauteous Sudden the Winds forgot to blow, [Prey; And an ungrateful Calm made the dull Waves move [flow: While Nereus, Prophet of unwelcome Truth, Dash'd the proud exulting Youth With threaten'd Vengeance, and impending Woe. II. With adverse Signs You bear Her home in vain, Whom Greece united fhall restore again, [Priam's Reign! Greece, fworn to blast your Joys, and end old III. See Thou, the hateful Cause of all, What Judgments Troy's unhappy Sons befall! And Death in all his Horrors rage! See |