66 Quo nos cunque feret melior Fortuna parente, "Ibimus, o socii comitesque. "Nil desperandum Teucro duce, et auspice Teucro: 66 "Certus enim promisit Apollo Ambiguam tellure novâ Salamina futuram. "O fortes, pejoraque passi "Mecum sæpe viri, nunc vino pellite curas: " Cras ingens iterabimus æquor." CARMEN VIII. AD LYDIAM. LYDIA, dic, per omnes Te Deos oro, Sybarin cur properas amando Perdere? cur apricum Oderit campum, patiens pulveris atque solis ? "Comrades and followers, we'll go where'er "Fate, kinder than a sire, decides; ""Neath Teucer's auspices let none despair, "Let none despair while Teucer guides. "For me Apollo, ever answering true, "Hath promis'd there shall spring to fame "Another Salamis in countries new, 66 Making ambiguous the name. "O valiant men, who oft with me have borne "Worse things than these, now gaily steep "All sorrow in the bowl; at early morn "We'll try again the vasty deep." ODE VIII. TO LYDIA. OH! tell me, Lydia, by all Cur neque militaris Inter æquales equitat, Gallica nec lupatis Temperat ora frænis? Cur timet flavum Tiberim tangere? cur olivum Sanguine viperino Cautiùs vitat? neque jam livida gestat armis Brachia, sæpe disco, Sæpe trans finem jaculo nobilis expedito? Quid latet, ut marinæ Filium dicunt Thetidis sub lacrymosa Troja Funera; ne virilis Cultus in cædem, et Lycias proriperet catervas? CARMEN IX. AD THALIARCHUM. VIDES, ut altâ stet nive candidum Soracte, nec jam sustineant onus Why now no more in martial pride ODE IX. TO THALIARCHUS. SEE, how old Soracte's height Silvæ laborantes, geluque Flumina constiterint acuto. Dissolve frigus, ligna super foco O Thaliarche, merum diotâ. Permitte Divis cætera : qui simul Depræliantes; nec cupressi, 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, |