Pimplea dulcis: nil sine te mei Teque tuasque decet sorores. LIB. I. 19. IN GLYCERAM. MATER Sæva CUPIDINUM, Thebanæque jubet me SEMELES puer, Finitis animum reddere amoribus. Urit me GLYCERE nitor Splendentis Pario marmore purius, Urit grata protervitas, Et vultus nimium lubricus aspici. In me tota ruens VENUS CYPRUM deseruit; nec patitur SCYTHAS, Et versis animosum equis PARTHUM dicere, nec quæ nihil attinent. Hic vivum mihi cespitem, hic Verbenas, pueri, ponite, turaque Bimi cum patera meri : Mactata veniet lenior hostia. To him a poet's praise is superfluous; Yet well it fitteth thee and thy sisterhood, His name to sound with chords unfray'd yet, ODE VII. ON SYBIL. THE passionate love of beauty, Burning, an Etna, in natures poetical, And blood whose clear current yet flows Ic'd not by age, steep me newly in foolishness. SYBIL's large eyes, which, half-closing, Dart their quick bolts through the cloud of their lashes; Desire all hearts has relinquish'd To centre in mine, nor permits me young CARRYL Grac'd with the ears he shall wear spite his modesty. Here place me my writing-desk, here Reach me my pen, boy, and lay smooth my paper, and See that no person intrudes; I'll Write her a note, and appoint a new interview. LIB. I. 9. AD THALIARCHUM. VIDES ut alta stet nive candidum Flumina constiterint acuto. Dissolve frigus, ligna super foco O THALIARCHE, merum diota. Permitte divis cætera, qui simul Nec veteres agitantur orni. Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quærere ; et Quem sors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone; nec dulces amores Sperne puer, neque tu choreas, Donec virenti canities abest Morosa. Nunc et campus, et areæ, Composita repetantur hora: Lo, where the streets the deep snow has crusted o'er ; Heap on more coals, to lessen the chilliness, Bring out, my BR, thy best Glenlivet. Care leave to HEAVEN, whose fiat dispersing the What brings the morrow, shun to anticipate ; This one day more; and while thy pulses Disdain not mirth, nor passion's deliciousness. Nunc et latentis proditor intimo LIB. I. 4. AD L. SEXTIUM. SOLVITUR acris hiems grata vice Trahuntque siccas machinæ carinas. Ac neque jam stabulis gaudet pecus, Nec prata canis albicant pruinis. Jam Cytherea choros ducit VENUS, Junctæque Nymphis Gratiæ decentes Alterno terram quatiunt pede, Dum graves Cyclopum VULCANUS ardens urit officinas. Nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput Impedire myrto, Aut flore, terræ quem ferunt solutæ. |