Fastidiosus.

Sed timor et minæ

Scandunt eodem quo dominus: neque

Decedit æratâ triremi, et

Post equitem sedet atra cura.

Quòd si dolentem nec Phrygius lapis, Nec purpurarum sidere clarior Delenit usus, nec Falerna

Vitis, Achæmeniumque costum;

Cur invidendis postibus, et novo
Sublime ritu moliar atrium?

Cur valle permutem Sabinâ
Divitias operosiores?

The haughty lord ;-but lowering fears
Unwelcome scale the proud retreat;
In triremes moody care appears,
Nor sullen quits the horseman's seat.

But if nor marbles lively stained,
Nor purple than the stars more clear,
Nor Syria's od❜rous juices drained,
Nor costly wine, lull pain or fear,

Why should I, with admired design,
On columns raise a proud abode;
Why my calm Sabine vale resign
For anxious wealth's oppressive load?

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LIBER III.-CARMEN II.

ANGUSTAM, amici, pauperiem pati
Robustus acri militiâ puer

Condiscat, et Parthos feroces

Vexet eques metuendus hastâ

Vitamque sub dio, et trepidis agat

In rebus: illum ex moenibus hosticis Matrona bellantis tyranni

Prospiciens, et adulta virgo

Suspiret, Eheu; ne rudis agminum
Sponsus lacessat regius asperum
Tactu leonem, quem cruenta
Per medias rapit ira cædes.

BOOK III.-ODE II.

LET the bold youth in war's alarms
Endure betimes his stern career,
Find in the lap of ease no charms,

Nor want nor hardship's terrors fear; Swift through the hostile squadrons deep, Let his bright falchion flashing sweep.

Be danger's changeful aspect tried
In summer's sun and winter's storm;
The damsel and the Tyrant's bride

Track in the fight his dreaded form; For on the watch-tower's summit high, "Tis love and fear that strain each eye.

Fear, lest, unheeding of his life,
Her lover cross the lion's path,
And tempt, alas! th' unequal strife,
Or idly rouse his fatal wrath;
"Tis well; for still the foremost brand
Gleams in the grasp of that bold hand.

Dulce et decorum est pro patriâ mori.
Mors et fugacem persequitur virum:
Nec parcit imbellis juventæ
Poplitibus, timidoque tergo.

Virtus repulsæ nescia sordidæ
Intaminatis fulget honoribus:
Nec sumit, aut ponit secures
Arbitrio popularis auræ.

Virtus, recludens immeritis mori
Cœlum, negatâ tentat iter viâ:
Cœtusque vulgares, et udam
Spernit humum fugiente pennâ.

Est et fideli tuta silentio

Merces. Vetabo, qui Cereris sacrum Vulgârit arcanæ, sub iisdem

Sit trabibus, fragilemque mecum