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A03671
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Certain selected odes of Horace, Englished; and their arguments annexed. VVith poems (antient and modern) of divers subiects, translated. Whereunto are added, both in Latin and English, sundry new epigrammes. Anagramms. Epitaphes; Carmina. English. Selections
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Horace.; Ashmore, John.
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STC 13799; ESTC S104225
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that swell Ad Lydiam Lib. 1. Ode 13. THE ARGVMENT It much him mooves that Lydia loues His Rivall And their life He doth commend whose loue toth ' end Continueth without strife WHen Lydia thou of Telephus dost tell His rosie neck and plyant armes dost praise My liver then alas begins to swell Enrag'd with wrath which nothing can appease My colour changing oft doth plainely shew How my perplexed minde is plung'd in woe And tears by stealth from watry eyes that flowe Can nothing quench loves fire that still doth growe I vexed am whether iarre-breeding wine Caus'd roaring Boyes to wrong thy shoulders faire Or the Lust-raging Lad those lips of thine The wanton marke caus'd of his tooth to beare Beleeve me he will never constant prove That rudely wrongs sweet kisses in such sort Those kisses which the Goddess faire of loue Graceth with the fift part of her best sport Thrice happy and more happy are they sure Whose mutuall love so banisheth all strife That pure and constant it doth still endure Till Fates cut off their well-spun thread of life Ad Grosphum Lib. 2. Ode 16. THE ARGVMENT No outward thing thee well can bring Vnto a quiet minde Within it is that brings this bliss There helpe we best may finde THe Marchant toyl'd in the Egëan Sea When Phoebe's face is vail'd with a dark cloud And the known stars from sight are fled away For ease unto the gods doth cry aloud For Ease the Thracians terrible in warre For Ease the Medes with comely quivers bold O Grosphus to the gods still suters are Bought with no gems with purple or with gold No treasure neither Sergeant can arrest The wretched hurly-burlies of the minde And cares with rest-less wings that beat the breast And in faire-fretted roofes still harbour finde He lives well with a little that doth keep His late Sires table furnisht with meane fare That is not robd of rest nor scar'd from sleep With hide-bound Avarice or heart-scorching Care Why doe we short-liv'd things on tentars set Our greedy thoughts with vaine desire of pelf In climats furthest off What would we get Who from his Countrey exil'd flees from himselfe Care vice-borne climbs into the brass-stemd ships In warlike troupes her selfe she slily shrowds Swifter then Stags swifter then windes she skips That do disperse and drive away the clowds Be Ioviall while time serves Time will not stay Hate curiously t' enquire what will betide Sowr discontentments with sweet mirth allay Entirely good nothing doth still abide Vntimely death did stout Achilles slay Old age Tithonus did Epitomize And my birth-star perhaps grants me a day To date my life which thine to thee denies Faire flocks of sheep fat heards of cattell low About thee and thy lustfull Mare with pride Neighs out now for the Chariot fit and thou Wearst purple twice in Tyrian liquors dy'd The Dest'nie ne'r deceiv'd on me bestowes A little ground and veine of Poësie Which from the pleasant Greekish fountains flowes And th' un-taught Vulgar wils me to defie In ambitiosum quendā avarū Li. 2. Od. 18 THE ARGVMENT That hee 's content with his small rent When richer still doe crave And for more look by hook or crook Though one foot in the grave NO Ivory seeling nor roofe adorned With light-out-streaming gold in my house shineth No beames from Hymet press pillars formed Where the sky-touching hill Affrick confineth No wealth by ill meanes doe I win Nor for mee clyents purple spin But of trust and wit some store have I To me but poor come men rais'd high by fortune More of the Gods themselves ne'r crave I Nor greater things of my great friend importune I wish not for more land or rent Sabine alone yeelds me content One day another day expelleth New-moons soon die Thou marble-trimmers hyrest Ready to goe where Pluto dwelleth And building vainely to long life aspirest From Neptune thou the shore dost steale away Incroaching on the angry Sea What should I tell how ' gainst all order Thy neighbours land-marks alwaies thou removest And from thy tenants that upon thee border Ground pilfers Thou from house and home out-shovest Both man and wife that wailing beare Their houshold gods and children deare Yet hast thou rich Lord no assurance So great of any house where thou remained As that thou shalt be kept in durance Of all-devouring hell and there restrained What wilt thou None the grave can shun It takes the King and the Kings sonne Nor was hells Catch-pole with gold bribed Wily Prometheus backward to bring againe He boasting Tantalus derided And his proud of-spring though they cry'd out amaine He easeth men cast downe with woe Whether they call on him or no. Ad Posthumum Lib. 2. Ode 14. THE ARGVMENT None can deny we all must die And riches to no end Som keep with fears which their glad heirs Soon riotously will spend OPosthume Posthume years doe passe away Like glyding streames Nor pietie can stay The wrinkled brow nor olde age hasting fast Nor death that all attacheth at the last Not if my friend each day in all thy yeares Stern Pluto thou should with three-hundred Steers Seek to appease Three-headed Gerion And Tytius ore the Stygian streame are gone Which all must doe that heer do draw their breath Both Kings and silly Labourers of the earth In vaine from bloody broyles we take our ease And from th' encounters of the Adrian Seas In vaine in Autumne seeke we to avoid The Southern blasts whereby we are annoyd We needs must see Cocytus heavie flood And Danaus cruell daughters staind with blood And Sisyphus that rowles against the hill The stone that tumbles back upon him still Thy house thy land and wife to thee most deare Thou needs must leave Nor to the mournfull beere Will any of these trees that thou dost dress Attend on thee but the sad Cyparess Thy heire more worthy riotously will waste Thy Cecube wines with many locks kept fast And die the pavement with high-spirited wine Better then Prelates drink of when they dine Ad Pirrham Lib. 1. Ode 5. THE ARGVMENT He saith their state is curst by Fate That Pirrha's baits inthrall From this gulf freed vowd gifts with speed That he hung o th' Church-wall WHat pretty youth weltring in roses With liquid odors overspred O Pirrha thee in 's armes incloses When thou loves Lecture hast him read i th' inner bower Neglecting curious dresses For whom plaitst thou the gold-wire of thy tresses How oft will he that at his pleasure Enioyes thee now alas complaine That he is robd of that sweet treasure By angry gods and vowes made vaine How will he curse the Seas so soon that wrangle Whom such sly baits could not before intangle For he poor soule deceiv'd beleev'd Thou wouldst be true to him alone And lovely But his heart now griev'd Thy false inconstancy doth mone His tents he in destructions black field pitches Whom thou untride with thy fair face bewitches