THE FOURTH BOOK OF THE ODES of HORACE. ODE I. To VENU s. By Mr. DUNCOMBE fen. Spare me, Venus! Goddess, spare! Full fifty Years their Snow have spread. And let his Life decline in Peace. Would't Would't thou a worthy Heart inflame, 2 There from the golden Car alight, 6 And, fpringing thrice with 5 fnowy Feet, } Nor, Nor, vainly-fond, can hope to prove But why, alas! fay, Delia, why Why drops, in Words abrupt, my Tongue, NOTES. 1 Mater fava Cupidinum.] Horace has taken this Line from the 19th Ode of his First Book. 2 Purpureis oloribus ] The Ancients applied the Erithet Purple to every thing that was of a bright and lively Colour: In this Senfe the Swans are fo called, who are of a fhining White. Albinovanus applies it to Snow, Purpureâ fub nive terra latet. And, in another Place, Brachia purpureâ candidiora ni-ve. 3 Bis die.] Hymns, in Honour of the Gods, were fung in the Temples, Morning and Evening. 4 Pueri cum teneris virginibus.] The Ancients had no Children educated on purpose to fing in the Temples, like those which are now called Choirifters neither did they employ for that Purpose the public Muficians, who fung on the Stage; but a certain Number of Boys and Girls were felected out of the beft Families, and flatedly fung, till others were chofen to fucceed them. Thefe Places were much coveted, and it was held a very great Honour to be chofen. DACIER. 5- Pede 5 Pede candido.] The Arms and Feet of Boys and Girls were naked in Dancing. 6 In morem Salium ter quatient humum.] The Salii were the Priests of Mars, intituted by Numa. They carried every Year in folemn Proceffion the facred Bucklers through the fourteen Divifions of Rome, finging, dancing, and clattering their Shields, like our Caftanets, as they marched along. DACIER. The SAME ODE Imitated. By WILLIAM HAMILTON, Efq. The Right Hon. HUGH Lord POLWARTH* now Earl of MARCHMONT. V ENUS! call'ft thou once more to Arms ? Sound'st thou once more thy dire Alarıns? Annoy'ft my peaceful State again?Oh! Faith of Treaties fworn in vain ! Seal'd with the Signet of thy Doves, And ratify'd by all the Loves. Spare, Goddefs; I implore, implore! Alas! thy Suppliant is no more What once he was in happier Time, (Illuftrated by many a Rhyme) * Son of Alexander Earl of Marchmont, Grandfon of Patrick Earl of Marchmont, and distinguished, like them, in the Cause When, skill'd in every ruling Art, Love's Champion then, and known to Fame, Now, cruel Mother of Defires! Who Doubts and anxious Joys infpires, Thus leviest thou thy dreadful Train ; Oh let thy hoftile Fury ceafe, Go, go, Swan-wing'd! through liquid Air, Where the bland Breath of youthful Prayer Recalls thee from the long Delay, And, weeping, chides thee for thy Stay. He, |