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Though lovely in itself, your Face Deferves the Aid of every outward Grace. Judge by the coftly Robes we wear,

How elegantly drest our Wives appear.

D.

9 Horace had here in View a Paffage of the Iliad, where Homer fays, that Teucer was the most skilful Archer among the Greeks.

10 Troy was befieged three Times, firft by Hercules, then by the Amazons, and laftly by the Greeks.

11 Idomeneus, the Son of Deucalion, and the Grandfon of Minos, King of Crete, was one of the chief Heroes among the Greeks, at the Siege of Troy. Part of his Exploits may be seen in the 13th Book of the Iliad.

12 Sthenelufve.] See the 15th Ode of the ift Book. 13 — non ego te meis

Chartis inornatum fileri

patiar.]

Here begins the third Part of this Ode: For fileri, Bentley reads filebo, which is adopted by Dacier.

14 Confulque non unius anni.] Lollius was Conful in the Year of Rome 732. That Office was only for a Year; but, according to the Stoics, the Wife and Virtuous ftand always possessed of the most eminent Posts, nor is it in the Power of the Crowd to degrade them. Horace takes Occafion from this Doctrine to compliment his Friend Lollius, by telling him he was not Conful merely for a Year; but would continue fo while he practised the Virtues worthy a Conful.

15 The Romans called a rich Man a happy Man; but the Stoics applied the Word happy only to those who were Masters of their Paffions, and enjoyed a full Tranquillity of Mind. Thus with us, and efpecially in the City, a good Man means a rich one. See the Notes on the ad Ode of the 2d Book.

16 To use the Gifts of Heaven wifely, is, in the Language of the Stoics, to acquiefce chearfully under all the Difpenfations of Providence. DACIER.

17 Duramque callet pauperiem pati.] Epicurus was as much a Stoic in regard to his Sentiments on Poverty, as Zeno or Chryfippus; for he declares, that a State of chearful Poverty is preferable to the most afluent Wealth.

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The SAME ODE Imitated.

By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE.

To the Right Hon. JOHN Earl of CORKE.

T

HINK not, my Lord, these Strains fhall die,
Or fink in Lethe's Stream;

No-they fhall Time's rude Grafp defy,

Protected by their Theme.

Though foremoft in the Lifts of Fame

We matchlefs Milton place,

Yet long will Pope's diftinguifh'd Name
The Muse's Annals grace.

Though Nature's own heart-melting Lyre
Immortal Shakespeare won,

Still deigns the Goddess to inspire
Her favourite Richardfon.

Our Edwards and our Henries Praise
Grows with increasing Years,

And Britons fhall attune their Lays

To Crefy and Poitiers;

Yet fhall each Veteran Chief with Flowers
Beftrew his Anna's Shrine,

And long to Fame fhall Blenheim's Towers
Their Marlb'rough's Deeds confign.
Before great Alfred, we could boast
Of Princes wife and good,

Yet all, by Bards unfung, are loft
In dark Oblivion's Flood."

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In Marfton's Shades unseen, unknown,
Conceal'd thy Virtues lie;

Oh! let them now, in Senate shown,
Attract the public Eye.

Though every Mufe her Spirit breathes
On Thee; and every Grace

Adorns thy Brow with Olive Wreaths,
Familiar to thy Race;

Yet now the Converse of the Dead
For active Scenes decline;

For Oh! the Living want each Head,
And claim each Heart like thine.
To Laurentinum's Grove retir'd,
Thy Pliny fled from Care,

Yet, when his Country's Voice requir'd,
He fill'd the Conful's Chair.

Then, like that Conful, lend thy Aid
To prop our tottering Walls;

For Rome demands thee from the Shade,
And hoary Nerva calls.

1757.

BLES

ODE X.

To LIGURINA.

By Mr. J. M.

EST as thou art with Beauty's Arms, And proudly wanton in Excess of Charms,

What

What though kind Venus decks thy Face
With all the blushing Violet's purple Grace?
What though she taught that Hair to break
In cafy Ringlets, o'er thy polifh'd Neck?
Pale Age fhall foon that Face invade,

And thy grey Locks forget their nut-brown Shade;
Then at thy Glafs (if there that Day
Thou dar'ft to look) repentant thou shalt say,
Why were the Charms of Youth confign'd
In vain Profufion to fo proud a Mind?

Or why, fince now that Pride is o'er, • Will Youth with all its Charms return no more?'

ODE XI.

To PHYLLIS.

Y Vault exults a Cafk to hold

MY

Of Alban Wine, full nine Years old:

To weave a Chaplet for your Head,
My Garden is with Parsley spread

I

And Ivy; in a Knot behind,

The Treffes of my Fair to bind.

My Altar, crown'd with vervain Bands,
The Lamb's devoted Blood demands.

2 With fhining Plate my Side-board's grac❜d;
My Boys and Girls, with busy Hafte,
M

VOL. II.

Run

Run to and fro-From trembling Fires
The Smoke in dufky Clouds afpires.
If You should now enquire, what Feaft
Demands the Prefence of my Gueft;
Know that this * Day the Month divides,
O'er which the Queen of Love prefides;
And first the Light this happy Day
Did to Mecenas' Eyes difplay,

Ev'n than my own 3 almost more dear :
This Day, through each revolving Year,
I'll grateful every God implore,
On him their choiceft Gifts to pour.
Fair 4 Telephus, on whom you doat,
(That noble Youth above your Lot)
A rich and wanton Nymph detains,
And holds faft bound in pleafing Chains.
Proud Phaeton, from higheft Heaven
By angry Jove with Lightning driven,
And Pegafus, who fcorn'd to bear
His + mortal Rider through the Air,
5 But headlong threw; this Leffon teach,
Not to afpire above our Reach.

Come then, the last whom I fhall love,
(No future Nymph my Heart can move)
And with your tuneful Voice prepare
To fing fome foft and soothing Air,
Mufic and Poëly compose

The troubled Breaft, and lull our Woes.

The 13th of April,

Bellerophon.

NOTES,

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