Thick driving Snows, and gather'd Tempefts bear; Climbs the tall Veffel's painted Sides; Nor leaves arm'd Squadrons in the Field, But with the Marching Horfemen rides, [Places yield. And dwells alike in Courts and Camps, and makes all VI. Then fince no State's compleatly bleft, Let's learn the Bitter to allay. With gentle Mirth, and wifely gay Enjoy at leaft the present Day, And leave to Fate the reft. That Hero fell by sudden Death, And thus, old partial Time, my Friend, VII. Thee fhining Wealth and plenteous Joys furround, Unnumber'd Herds of Cattle ftray.. Thy harness'd Steeds with fprightly Voice Make neighb'ring Vales and Hills rejoyce, Whilft smoothly thy gay Chariot flies o'er the swift To me the Stars, with lefs Profufion kind [measur'd way: An humble Fortune have affign'd, And no untuneful Lyrick Vein, But a fincere contented Mind That can the vile malignant Crowd difdain. HORACE. BOOK III. O DE I. By Mr. COWLEY, Odi Profanum Vulgus, &c. Printed in Mr. Cowley's Poems, in Octavo, Pag. 751. H 1. ENCE, ye Profane, I hate you all, Nor yet [Whitenefs hold, difcolour'd with the Love of Gold, (That Jaundice of the Soul, Which makes it look fo gilded and fo foul) To you, ye very few, thefe Truths I tell: The Mufe infpires my Song, hark, and obferve it well. 11. We look on Men, and wonder at fuch Odds, 'Twixt things that were the fame by Birth; We look on Kings as Giants of the Earth; Thefe Giants are but Pigmies to the Gods. The The humbleft Bufh, and prouieft Oak, Are but of equal Proof against the Thunder ftroke. Beauty, and Strength, and Wit, and Wealth, and Pow't, Have their fhort furishing Hour; And to fee themselves and fmile, And joy in their Pre-eminence a while; Poor Weeds, rich Corn, gay Flow'rs, together [ftand Alas! Death mows down all with an Impartial III. Hand. And, all you Men, whom Greatnefs doth so please, If you your Eyes cou'd upwards move, No Tide of Wine would drown your Careɛ, IV. Sleep is a God too proud to wait on Palaces, The meanest Country Cottages; This Poppy grows among the Corn.* 'Tis not enough that he does find V. The Man who in all Wishes he does make, That wife and happy Man will never fear Nor tremble though Two Comets shou'd appear: Whether he fortunate fhall be: Let Mars and Saturn in the Heavens conjoin, VI. If of your Pleasures and Defires no End be found, Ye ftrive for more, as if ye lik'd it not. Go level Hills, and fill up Seas, M } Spare nought that may your wanton Fancy please. Much will be missing still, and much will be amifs. F O DE II. Tranflated by Mr. J. B. Never Printed before. Riends let the hardy Youth be train'd in War, Let him well skill'd, the Horfe and Spear command, Let Let him, unfhelter'd, lye on naked Ground, And bravely Push where threat'ning Danger's found; By the ripe Virgin, and the Tyrant's Queen; Scores vulgar Crowds, and spurns this humid Clay, That treach'rous Man, whofe fcoffing Tongue betrays ODE |