Fruges et Cererem ferunt,

Nec cultura placet longior annua,
Defunctumque laboribus
Æquali recreat sorte vicarius.

Illic matre carentibus

Privignis mulier temperat innocens,

Nec dotata regit virum

Conjux, nec nitido fidit adultero.

Dos est magna parentium

Virtus et metuens alterius viri

Certo fœdere castitas;

Et peccare nefas aut pretium est mori.

O quisquis volet impias

Cædes et rabiem tollere civicam,

Si quæret PATER URBIUM

Subscribi statuis, indomitam audeat

Refrenare licentiam,

Clarus postgenitis: quatenus (heu nefas!) Virtutem incolumem odimus,

Sublatam ex oculis quærimus invidi.

Which for a common store they till
No second spring their care;
And each relieving, each fulfil
A task that all must share.

Of mothers reft, no children there
Fall by a stepdame's guile;

Nor dowried wives their proud sway bear,

Nor on dishonor smile.

Their dower, a parent's virtuous name,

And Chastity's sure tie;

Which shrinks from stain,-there guilt is shame, And its award-to die.

Who would unnatural slaughter spare,

And civic rage abate;

Who would his statues thus declare "The Father of the State"?

O let him dare wild license tame,
Revered in after days;

Since envious, strange! of living fame
The dead alone we praise.

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Quid tristes querimoniæ,

Si non supplicio culpa reciditur?
Quid leges sine moribus

Vanæ proficiunt, si neque fervidis

Pars inclusa caloribus

Mundi, nec Boreæ finitimum latus,

Duratæque solo nives

Mercatorem abigunt? Horrida callidi

Vincunt æquora navitæ ;

Magnum pauperies opprobrium jubet
Quidvis et facere et pati,
Virtutisque viam deserit arduæ.

Vel nos in Capitolium,

Quo clamor vocat et turba faventium,

Vel nos in mare proximum

Gemmas et lapides, aurum et inutile,

Summi materiem mali,

Mittamus, scelerum si bene pœnitet.
Eradenda cupidinis

Pravi sunt elementa, et teneræ nimis

What profit weak regrets, if crime
Its punishment survive?
What inefficient laws sublime,

If vice luxuriant thrive!

If not the Tropic's sultry sky,
Nor Arctic regions cold,

Nor snows that ever frost-bound lie
Check sordid quest of gold?

If raging seas the sailors dare?
Base Poverty, whose force
Compels us aught to do or bear,
Quits Virtue's narrow course!

Then let us bear our hoarded gain,
Our gems and jewels bright,
As off'rings meet to Jove's high fane,
Where wond'ring crowds invite.

Or in the nearest ocean plunge
The means of darksome deeds;
If sin be mourned, we must expunge
Corruption's earliest seeds.

Mentes asperioribus

Formandæ studiis. Nescit equo rudis

Hærere ingenuus puer

Venarique timet; ludere doctior,

Seu Græco jubeas trocho,

Seu malis vetita legibus alea,
Cum perjura patris fides

Consortem socium fallat et hospitem,

Indignoque pecuniam

Heredi properet. Scilicet improbæ Crescunt divitiæ; tamen

Curtæ nescio quid semper abest rei.