"Sublimi fugies mollis anhelitu, "Non hoc pollicitus tuæ. "Iracunda diem proferet Ilio, "Matronisque Phrygum, classis Achillei. "Post certas hyemes uret Achaicus "Ignis Pergameas domos." CARMEN XVI. AD TYNDARIDEN QUEM IAMBIS LÆSERAT. O MATRE pulchrâ filia pulchrior, Quem criminosis cunque voles modum Pones Iambis; sive flammâ, Sive mari libet Adriano. "Him shalt thou fly in dastard fear, "And breathless, to thine Helen dear "Not such the promise made. "Achilles' anger'd fleet shall stay, "For a short space, the fatal day "To Phrygian dames and Troy ; "But after certain winters pass, "The Pergamean domes, alas! "Shall Grecian flames destroy." ODE XVI. TO TYNDARIS WHOM HE HAD SATIRISED. DAUGHTER, than thy fair mother fairer still, End those unjust Iambics as you please; Consign them to the flames, or, if you will, Bury them rather in the Adrian seas. Non Dindymene, non adytis quatit Sic geminant Corybantes æra, Tristes ut iræ: quas neque Noricus Fertur Prometheus addere principi Vim stomacho apposuisse nostro. Iræ Thyesten exitio gravi Stravêre; et altis urbibus ultimæ Stetêre causæ, cur perirent Funditùs, imprimeretque muris Hostile aratrum exercitus insolens. Compesce mentem-me quoque pectoris Tentavit in dulci juventâ Fervor, et in celeres Iambos Not Dindymene, nor great Pythius, The priest-possessing, so the breast confound Within their secret shrines, nor Liber thus, Nor do the Corybantes so rebound Their cymbals' brazen clang, as anger dire: Nor Jove's self downward thundering amain. 'Tis said, Prometheus was compell❜d to mix With the primeval clay some separate part From every animal, and chanc'd to fix The lion's fury in the human heart. Anger o'erwhelm'd with its destructive blow Of loftiest cities' total overthrow; And hence exulting troops the ploughshare keen Have driven o'er their walls. Compose your mindMe also tempted in youth's pleasant time Resentment's glow, and drove, with fury blind, To the sharp measures of Iambic rhyme. F Misit furentem. Nunc ego mitibus Mutare quæro tristia; dum mihi Fias recantatis amica Opprobriis, animumque reddas. CARMEN XVII. AD TYNDARIDEN. VELOX amœnum sæpe Lucretilem Usque meis, pluviosque ventos. Impunè tutum per nemus arbutos Nec virides metuunt colubras, |