Dicar, qua violens obstrepit Aufidus, Lauro cinge volens, Melpomene, comam. BOOK IV. ODE I. TO VENUS. Dost thou again, O Queen of Love! I am not now what once I was Ah, cruel! thy seductions cease, Go where the young with blander prayer Invoke thy seasonable care; Speed on thy purple wings, And join the revellers who come To Paulus' hospitable home, Inflict on him thy stings; For noble is the youth and kind, And blest with pure and generous mind. LIBER QUARTUS. ODE I. AD VENEREM. INTERMISSA, Venus, diu, Rursus bella moves? Parce, precor, precor. Non sum qualis eram bonæ Sub regno Cinaræ. Desine, dulcium Mater sæva Cupidinum, Circa lustra decem flectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis. Abi Quo blandæ juvenum te revocant preces. Tempestivius in domum Pauli purpureis ales oloribus Comissabere Maximi, Si torrere jecur quæris idoneum. He richly stored with liberal arts Thy chains shall bind o'er captive hearts, Thy marble form shall stand portrayed, Nor shall the mingled strain be mute Me neither gentle woman's love, Which warms each mutual vow; No more the jolly task be mine To pass around the flowing wine, Namque et nobilis et decens Et pro sollicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium, Late signa feret militiæ tuæ: Et quandoque potentior Largis muneribus riserit æmuli, Albanos prope te lacus Ponet marmoream sub trabe Cypria. Illic plurima naribus Duces tura, lyræque et Berecyntiæ Delectabere tibiæ Mistis carminibus, non sine fistula. Illic bis pueri die Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido In morem Saliûm ter quatient humum. Me nec femina nec puer Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui, Nec certare juvat mero, Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur Manat rara meas lacryma per genas ? |