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, 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 1 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 ODE Of the FOURTH BOOK. L EST you fhould think that verfe thall die, Taught on the wings of Truth to fly Tho' daring Milton fits fublime, Ne forte credas interitura, quae Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet |