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ODE XX.

AD MÆCENATEM.

VILE potabis modicis Sabinum

ILE potabis modicis Sabinum

Cantharis, Græcâ quod ego ipse testâ Conditum levi, datus in theatro

Cùm tibi plausus,
Care Mæcenas eques : ut paterni
Fluminis ripæ, simul et jocosa
Redderet laudes tibi Vaticani

Montis imago.
Cæcubum, et prælo domitam Caleno
Tu bibes uvam.

Mea nec Falernæ
Temperant vites, neque Formiani

Pocula colles.

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ODE XX.

TO MÆCENAS.

IN

N modest cups here shalt thou drink with me

Poor Sabine wine, in Grecian jar well stored ; Which I myself seald up, that day on thee

The theatre plaudits pour'd,
Dear knight Mæcenas; which so noisy grew
The banks that thy paternal stream restrain,
And Vaticanus' playful echo threw

Thy praises back again.
Thou Cæcuban may'st drink, if such thy will,
The grape too crush'd in press Calenian;
Vines of Falernus ne'er my goblets fill,

Nor do th' hills Formian.

ODE XXI.

IN DIANAM ET APOLLINEM.

D

IANAM, teneræ, dicite, virgines,

Intonsum, pueri, dicite Cynthium,
Latonamque supremo

Dilectam penitus Jovi.
Vos lætam fluviis, et nemorum comâ,
Quæcunque aut gelido prominet Algido,
Nigris aut Erymanthi

Sylvis, aut viridis Cragi.
Vos Tempe totidem tollite laudibus,
Natalemque, mares, Delon Apollinis,
Insignemque pharetra,

Fraternâque humerum lyrâ.
Hic bellum lacrymosum, hic miseram famem,
Pestemque a populo, et principe Cæsare, in
Persas, atque Britannos,

Vestrâ motus aget prece,

ODE XXI.

IN HONOUR OF DIANA AND APOLLO.

Yetenedleri ve do you the praise of unshorn Cynthius

E tender virgins make her praises Dian hear,

sing,
Latona's too, intensely dear

To Jove, of Gods the King.
Ye virgins celebrate her who the river loves,
And silvan leaves that on cold Algidus are seen,

In Erymanthus' sable groves,

Or those of Cragus green.
Ye youths with equal praise do Tempe magnify,
Apollo's Delos too and shoulder all admire,

His arrow-case distinguish'd by,

And his fraternal lyre. He, war the cause of tears, he, famine sad, and pest, Shall from us and our prince, great Cæsar, drive away,

The Mede and Briton to infest,

Moved by your suppliant lay.

ODE XXII.

AD ARISTIUM FUSCUM.

I

NTEGER vitæ, scelerisque purus

Non eget Mauri jaculis, neque arcu, Nec venenatis gravidâ sagittis,

Fusce, pharetra;
Sive per Syrtes iter æstuosas,
Sive facturus per inhospitalem
Caucasum, vel quæ loca fabulosus

Lambit Hydaspes.
Namque me sylvâ lupus in Sabina,
Dum meam canto Lalagen, et ultra
Terminum curis vagor expeditus,

Fugit inermem;
Quale portentum neque militaris
Daunia in latis alit esculetis,
Nec Jubæ tellus generat, leonum

Arida nutrix.
Pone me, pigris ubi nulla campis
Arbor æstivâ recreatur aurâ;
Quod latus mundi nebulæ, malusque

Jupiter urget :
Pone sub curru nimiùm propinqui
Solis, in terrâ domibus negatâ,
Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo,

Dulce loquentem.

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