ODE VII. TO TORQUATUS. THE Snows dissolve;-fresh culture clothes the plain, With sisters twain the grace, and nymphs advance, And - naked The year dare to lead the jocund dance. the hour which steals the joyous day, Forbids our mortal hopes too far to stray. The zephyrs mild dispel the wintry blast; Summer succeeds to spring; to flit as fast, When fruitful autumn its abundance rears; And lo! the sluggish winter reappears! Revolving moons their wanings still repair; Where good Æneas, Tullus, Ancus lie, Who who can tell, if heaven's supernal sway Shall add a morrow to the passing day? Whate'er thy fancy's frolic mood shall shape, All shall thy heir's remorseless hands escape: Once touch'd the confines of the dismal tomb The chaste Hippolytus Diana's might In vain would rescue from the realms of night; While Theseus' friendly power essay'd in vain To break Pirithous' Lethæan chain. ODE VIII. TO C. MARTIUS CENSORINUS. MY Censorinus, I would send A burnish'd bowl to every friend; - The guerdon of courageous Greeks! To no such gifts my means aspire, Nor Hannibal, retreating foil'd, Surnam'd from Afric's conquer'd plain, He rules the blissful isles among. The Muse forbids that man to die, Whose praise deserves attains the sky! Alcides thus his labours done The envied feasts of Jove has won; Thus the twin-stars in safety keep The shatter'd bark that sails the deep; Thus Bacchus wreathes his vine-crown'd hair, And perfects still his votary's prayer. ODE IX. TO LOLLIUS. THINK not my lays perchance shall live no more, Though lisp'd at first by Aufid's echoing shore; Lays, over which the lyre's melodious string, |