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The faithless crowd and perjured harlot fall
Away, and those fly who too crafty are,

The cask being drain'd, the very lees and all,
Their portion of the yoke to bear,

Keep Cæsar safe while he to Britain goes,

Earth's farthest bound, and our new youthful bands Prepared the Red Sea to affright as foes,

And terror cause Eoian lands.

Alas, how our scars, crimes, and brothers' fate

Shame us! From what has our hard age

What have we, wicked, left inviolate?

refrain'd?

From what our youths their hands restrain'd, Fearing the Gods? What altars spared abuse? O that on anvil new thou fit would'st see To forge afresh the blunted sword for use 'Gainst th' Arabs and Massagetæ.

ODE XXXVI.

AD NUMIDÆM.

T thure, et fidibus juvat

ET Placare, et vituli sanguine debito,

Custodes Numidæ Deos;

Qui nunc Hesperiâ sospes ab ultimâ
Caris multa sodalibus,

Nulli plura tamen dividit oscula,

Quàm dulci Lamiæ; memor

Actæ non alio rege puer❜tiæ,

Mutatæque simul togæ.

Cressâ ne careat pulchra dies notâ :
Neu promptæ modus amphora,

Neu morem in Saliûm sit requies pedum :
Neu multi Damalis meri

Bassum Threïciâ vincat amystide;

Neu desint epulis rosæ,

Neu vivax apium, neu breve lilium.
Omnes in Damalin putres

Deponent oculos: nec Damalis novo

Divelletur adultero,

Lascivis pederis ambitiosior.

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ODE XXXVI.

TO NUMIDA.

ITH frankincense t' appease rejoiced we are,
With music too and blood of votive calf,

The Gods, protectors of our Numida,

Who, safe back from Hesperia's farthest half, To his dear comrades kisses many gives,

(None greater than the gentle Lamia's share,) Because it in his recollection lives

Their boyhood pass'd 'neath the same tutor's care, And them the toga don the same year saw. With mark of chalk let us this glad day greet; From the broach'd amphora without stint draw, And Salii-like no rest allow our feet: Nor let the great wine-bibber Damalis Bassus to beat in Thracian draught be seen; Nor let us roses at the banquet miss, Lily short-lived, nor parsley ever-green. On Damalis will all fix their moist view, But Damalis than th' ivy's wanton spray More tightly clinging to her lover new, Will never let herself be torn away.

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ODE XXXVII.

AD SODALES SUOS.

UNC est bibendum, nunc pede libero

Pulsanda tellus; nunc Saliaribus

Ornare pulvinar Deorum

Tempus erat dapibus, sodales.

Antehac nefas depromere Cæcubum

Cellis avitis; dum Capitolio

Regina dementes ruinas,

Funus et imperio parabat, Contaminato cum grege turpium Morbo virorum; quidlibet impotens Sperare, fortunâque dulci

Ebria. Sed minuit furorem Vix una sospes navis ab ignibus: Mentemque lymphatam Mareotico Redegit in veros timores

Cæsar ab Italiâ volantem,

Remis adurgens, (accipiter velut

Molles columbas, aut leporem citus
Venator in campis nivalis
Æmoniæ) daret ut catenis

Fatale monstrum; quæ, generosiùs
Perire quærens, nec muliebriter

Expavit ensem, nec latentes

Classe citâ reparavit oras.

ODE XXXVII.

ON THE DEATH OF CLEOPATRA.

Y us, companions, let the goblet now be drain'd,

BY us, companions, let

Now let us strike the ground with footstep light and quick,

The couches of the Gods now was the time ordain'd

To deck with dainties Saliaric.

Till now 'twas wrong to bring from out stores ancestral
The Cæcuban, what time the Queen in ruin mad
The Capitol to whelm, and state imperial

Its death-blow give, made ready had,

With her foul train of men disfigured by disease;
She weak enough t' expect whate'er she dared would be,
Intoxicated with her fortune's flatteries.

But when no longer doubt had she

Scarce one ship from the flames was saved, her rage to calm She learnt; and back her mind, with Mareot wine distraught, Did Cæsar bring to sense of genuine alarm,

Her, as from Italy she sought

To fly, close pressing with his oars, (as gentle doves
The hawk pursues, or hare the hunter, swift of foot,
When o'er Æmonia's plains, all white with snow, he roves,)
That he the monster fell might put

His chains upon; but end than this of nobler kind

In death she sought she was not of the sword afear'd, As is a woman's wont, nor hidden shores to find

In her swift sailing fleet repair'd.

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