Be wise-rack off your wines, while yet you can, Restraining hope to life's contracted span. Even now what speed the envious seasons borrow! nor trust the uncertain morrow. Seize on to-day; ODE XII. TO AUGUSTUS. WHAT man, what hero shall thy lyre, -What god?-thy piercing flute inspire? Say, Clio, whose immortal name Shall Echo -viewless nymph - proclaim On Helicon's umbrageous hill, On Pindus, or on Hamus chill? Whence woods and groves to Orpheus' song Hurried promiscuously along; Who, by maternal art, confin'd The rapid streams, and winged wind; Skilful the listening oaks to bring What theme shall claim the poet's lays From him no power superior flows, Nor equal he no second knows ; Whom naught created can excel; Still next in honor's glorious band See Pallas-wisdom's goddess-stand; Nor pass we Bacchus, bold in mien, Nor thee the virgin huntress-queen ; Nor Phoebus, thee, of deathless fame, Fear'd for thy dart's unerring aim. Alcides, hail!-hail, Leda's boys! Shall Romulus next inspire my strain, My grateful Muse, on choicest string, And how, 'mid Canna's fatal strife, Nor let my lyre refuse to trace The honours of the Scaurian race. Fabricius, with his taintless name, Camillus, of immortal fame, And Curius, with neglected hair, -Rome's honour'd heroes!-scantiest fare, In cottage on paternal soil, Fitted for warfare's noblest toil. And as the tree - unnoted grows, As bursts E'en so Marcellus' glories rise, And sudden tower into the skies: While high the Julian star aspires, - A moon among the lesser fires! Thou guardian Sire of earth and heaven, Saturnian Jove! -to whom is given The care of mighty Cæsar's throne, Be still his glory next thy own; Of Parthians, threatening Latium's coast, Or Seres, or the Indians far He quells subdu'd in Eastern war! To him let nations bend the knee, In justice like, though less than thee; Whilst thou, in thine avenging car, Shalt shake Olympus from afar, And hurl thy angry bolt sublime O'er sacred groves profan'd by crime. ODE XIII. TO LYDIA. Whene'er of Telephus the charms, Proving how inwardly I glow, Consum'd by tortures fierce but slow. |