ODE XVI. TO TYNDARIS. O, THAN fair mother fairer still, Or in the flame or Adria's sea. Not Cybele so the bosom fires, As direful rage; which wrecking main, Nor Noric weapons can restrain; Nor furious flame, nor mighty Jove -Terrific, thundering from above. To our first clay Prometheus brought A particle, from all sides sought; Rage caused Thyestes' fearful fall; Then calm thy wrath : my fervid breast, In pleasing youth, like rage possess'd; To scribble that Iambic song. From grave to gay my theme shall change, With thee in friendship's ties to range: Thou shalt my former mind restore, And I recant, and write no more! D ODE XVII. TO TYNDARIS. To sweet Lucretilis, for change, To guard my goats from heat and wind. The gods defend me :— My piety nor refuse my votive Muse. Here too by thee shall plenty's horn, Safe in the vale from Sirius' heat, - The victims of a common flame. Here, quaffing harmless Lesbian wine, 'Mid well-fill'd cups, in shade recline Nor Semele's infuriate son ; With Mars in maddening conflict run. No fear lest Cyrus' wanton might Should seize thee in unequal fight; Thy inoffensive garments tear, And rend the chaplet from thy hair. ODE XVIII. TO VARUS. VARUS, the sacred vine best pays thy toil For sober wights what hardships Jove prepares ! Wine — wine alone dispels our biting cares. By wine inspir'd, who rails at want or war? Who sings not Venus' charms, and Bacchus' car ? lest moderate orgies we exceed But see Where drunken Lapithæ, and Centaurs bleed. Thus angry Bacchus taught the Thracian throng, Whose greedy lust confounded right with wrong. Not thee unwilling-Bacchus, will I rouse, Nor rites reveal, conceal'd by various boughs. |