Hurl'd on the monstrous shapes she bred,Earth groans, and mourns her children thrustTo Orcus; Aetna's weight of leadKeeps down the fire that breaks its crust;Still sits the bird on Tityos' breast,The warder of Unlawful love;Still suffers lewd Pirithous, prestBy massive chains no hand may move.Jove rules in heaven, his thunder shows;Henceforth Augustus earth shall ownHer present god, now Briton foesAnd Persians bow before his throne.Has Crassus' soldier ta'en to wifeA base barbarian, and grown grey(Woe, for a nation's tainted life!)Earning his foemen-kinsmen's pay,His king, forsooth, a Mede, his sireA Marsian? can he name forget,Gown, sacred shield, undying fire,And Jove and Rome are standing yet?'Twas this that Regulus foresaw,What time he spurn'd the foul disgraceOf peace, whose precedent would drawDestruction on an unborn race,Should aught but death the prisoner's chainUnrivet. “I have seen,” he said,“Rome's eagle in a Punic fane,And armour, ne'er a blood-drop shed,Stripp'd from the soldier; I have seenFree sons of Rome with arms fast tied;The fields we spoil'd with corn are green,And Carthage opes her portals wide.The warrior, sure, redeem'd by gold,Will fight the bolder! Aye, you heapOn baseness loss. The hues of oldRevisit not the wool we steep;And genuine worth, expell'd by fear,Returns not to the worthless slave.Break but her meshes, will the deerAssail you? then will he be braveWho once to faithless foes has knelt;Yes, Carthage yet his spear will fly,Who with bound arms the cord has felt,The coward, and has fear'd to die.He knows not, he, how life is won;Thinks war, like peace, a thing of trade!Great art thou, Carthage! mate the sun,While Italy in dust is laid!”His wife's pure kiss he waved aside,And prattling boys, as one disgraced,They tell us, and with manly prideStern on the ground his visage placed.With counsel thus ne'er else areadHe nerved the fathers' weak intent,And, girt by friends that mourn'd him, spedInto illustrious banishment.Well witting what the torturer's artDesign'd him, with like unconcernThe press of kin he push'd apartAnd crowds encumbering his return,As though, some tedious business o'erOf clients' court, his journey layTowards Venafrum's grassy floor,Or Sparta-built Tarentum's bay.Your fathers' guilt you still must pay,Till, Roman, you restore each shrine,Each temple, 'mouldering in decay,And smoke-grimed statue, scarce divine.Revering Heaven, you rule below;Be that your base, your coping still;'Tis Heaven neglected bids o'erflowThe measure of Italian ill.Now Pacorus and Monaeses twiceHave given our unblest arms the foil;Their necklaces, of mean device;Smiling they deck with Roman spoil.Our city, torn by faction's throes,Dacian and Ethiop well-nigh razed,These with their dreadful navy, thoseFor archer-prowess rather praised.An evil age erewhile debasedThe marriage-bed, the race, the home;Thence rose the flood whose waters wasteThe nation and the name of Rome.Not such their birth, who stain'd for usThe sea with Punic carnage red,Smote Pyrrhus, smote Antiochus,And Hannibal, the Roman's dread.Theirs was a hardy soldier-brood,Inured all day the land to tillWith Sabine spade, then shoulder woodHewn at a stern old mother's will,When sunset lengthen'd from each heightThe shadows, and unyoked the steer,Restoring in its westward flightThe hour to toilworn travail dear.What has not cankering Time made worse?Viler than grandsires, sires begetOurselves, yet baser, soon to curseThe world with offspring baser yet.Why weep for him whom sweet Favonian airsWill waft next spring, Asteria, back to you,Rich with Bithynia's wares,A lover fond and true,Your Gyges? He, detain'd by stormy stressAt Oricum, about the Goat-star's rise,Cold, wakeful, comfortless,The long night weeping lies.Meantime his lovesick hostess' messengerTalks of the flames that waste poor Chloe's heart(Flames lit for you, not her!)With a besieger's art;Shows how a treacherous woman's lying breathOnce on a time on trustful Proetus wonTo doom to early deathToo chaste Bellerophon;Warns him of Peleus' peril, all but slainFor virtuous scorn of fair Hippolyta,And tells again each taleThat e'er led heart astray.In vain; for deafer than Icarian seasHe hears, untainted yet. But, lady fair,What if Enipeus pleaseYour listless eye? beware!Though true it be that none with surer seatO'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,Nor any swims so fleetAdown the Tuscan tide,Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,And though he call you hard,Remain obdurate still.The first of March! a man unwed!What can these flowers, this censer mean?Or what these embers, glowing redOn sods of green?You ask, in either language skill'd!A feast I vow'd to Bacchus free,A white he-goat, when all but kill'dBy falling tree.So, when that holyday comes round,It sees me still the rosin clearFrom this my wine-jar, first embrown'dIn Tullus' year.Come, crush one hundred cups for lifePreserved, Maecenas; keep till dayThe candles lit; let noise and strifeBe far away.Lay down that load of state-concern;The Dacian hosts are all o'erthrown;The Mede, that sought our overturn,Now seeks his own;A servant now, our ancient foe,The Spaniard, wears at last our chain;The Scythian half unbends his bowAnd quits the plain.Then fret not lest the state should ail;A private man such thoughts may spare;Enjoy the present hour's regale,And banish care.Horace:While I had power to bless you,Nor any round that neck his arms did flingMore privileged to caress you,Happier was Horace than the Persian king.Lydia:While you for none were piningSorer, nor Lydia after Chloe came,Lydia, her peers outshining,Might match her own with Ilia's Roman fame.Horace:Now Chloe is my treasure,Whose voice, whose touch, can make sweet music flow:For her I'd die with pleasure,Would Fate but spare the dear survivor so.Lydia:I love my own fond lover,Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:For him I'd die twice over,Would Fate but spare the sweet survivor thus.Horace:What now, if Love returningShould pair us 'neath his brazen yoke once more,And, bright-hair'd Chloe spurning,Horace to off-cast Lydia ope his door?Lydia:Though he is fairer, milder,Than starlight, you lighter than bark of tree,Than stormy Hadria wilder,With you to live, to die, were bliss for me.Ah Lyce! though your drink were Tanais,Your husband some rude savage, you would weepTo leave me shivering, on a night like this,Where storms their watches keep.Hark! how your door is creaking! how the groveIn your fair courtyard, while the wild winds blow,Wails in accord! with what transparence JoveIs glazing the driven snow!Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:Begetting you, no Tuscan sire begotPenelope the stern.O, though no gift, no “prevalence of prayer,”Nor lovers' paleness deep as violet,Nor husband, smit with a Pierian fair,Move you, have pity yet!O harder e'en than toughest heart of oak,Deafer than uncharm'd snake to suppliant moans!This side, I warn you, will not always brookRain-water and cold stones.Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spellAmphion raised the Theban stones,Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,Thy “diverse tones,”Nor vocal once nor pleasant, nowTo rich man's board and temple dear:Put forth thy power, till Lyde bowHer stubborn ear.She, like a three-year colt unbroke,Is frisking o'er the spacious plain,Too shy to bear a lover's yoke,A husband's rein.The wood, the tiger, at thy callHave follow'd: thou caust rivers stay:The monstrous guard of Pluto's hallTo thee gave way,Grim Cerberus, round whose Gorgon headA hundred snakes are hissing death,Whose triple jaws black venom shed,And sickening breath.Ixion too and Tityos smooth'dTheir rugged brows: the urn stood dryOne hour, while Danaus' maids were sooth'dWith minstrelsy.Let Lyde hear those maidens' guilt,Their famous doom, the ceaseless drainOf outpour'd water, ever spilt,And all the painReserved for sinners, e'en when dead:Those impious hands, (could crime do more?)Those impious hands had hearts to shedTheir bridegrooms' gore!One only, true to Hymen's flame,Was traitress to her sire forsworn:That splendid falsehood lights her nameThrough times unborn.“Wake!” to her youthful spouse she cried,“Wake! or you yet may sleep too well:Fly—from the father of your bride,Her sisters fell:They, as she-lions bullocks rend,Tear each her victim: I, less hardThan these, will slay you not, poor friend,Nor hold in ward:Me let my sire in fetters layFor mercy to my husband shown:Me let him ship far hence away,To climes unknown.Go; speed your flight o'er land and wave,While Night and Venus shield you; goBe blest: and on my tomb engraveThis tale of woe.”How unhappy are the maidens who with Cupid may not play,Who may never touch the wine-cup, but must tremble all the dayAt an uncle, and the scourging of his tongue!Neobule, there's a robber takes your needle and your thread,Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;It is Hebrus, the athletic and the young!O, to see him when anointed he is plunging in the flood!What a seat he has on horseback! was Bellerophon's as good?As a boxer, as a runner, past compare!When the deer are flying blindly all the open country o'er,He can aim and he can hit them; he can steal upon the boar,As it couches in the thicket unaware.Bandusia's fount, in clearness crystalline,O worthy of the wine, the flowers we vow!Tomorrow shall be thineA kid, whose crescent browIs sprouting all for love and victory.In vain: his warm red blood, so early stirr'd.Thy gelid stream shall dye,Child of the wanton herd.Thee the fierce Sirian star, to madness fired,Forbears to touch: sweet cool thy waters yieldTo ox with ploughing tired,And lazy sheep afield.Thou too one day shalt win proud eminence'Mid honour'd founts, while I the ilex singCrowning the cavern, whenceThy babbling wavelets spring.Our Hercules, they told us, Rome,Had sought the laurel Death bestows:Now Glory brings him conqueror homeFrom Spaniard foes.Proud of her spouse, the imperial fairMust thank the gods that shield from death;His sister too:—let matrons wearThe suppliant wreathFor daughters and for sons restored:Ye youths and damsels newly wed,Let decent awe restrain each wordBest left unsaid.This day, true holyday to me,Shall banish care: I will not fearRude broils or bloody death to see,While Caesar's here.Quick, boy, the chaplets and the nard,And wine, that knew the Marsian war,If roving Spartacus have sparedA single jar.And bid Neaera come and trill,Her bright locks bound with careless art:If her rough porter cross your will,Why then depart.Soon palls the taste for noise and fray,When hair is white and leaves are sere:How had I fired in life's warm May,In Plancus' year!Wife of Ibycus the poor,Let aged scandals have at length their bound:Give your graceless doings o'er,Ripe as you are for going underground.You the maidens' dance to lead,And cast your gloom upon those beaming stars!Daughter Pholoe may succeed,But mother Chloris what she touches mars.Young men's homes your daughter storms,Like Thyiad, madden'd by the cymbals' beat:Nothus' love her bosom warms:She gambols like a fawn with silver feet.Yours should be the wool that growsBy fair Luceria, not the merry lute:Flowers beseem not wither'd brows,.Nor wither'd lips with emptied wine-jars suit.Full well had Danae been secured, in truth,By oaken portals, and a brazen tower,And savage watch-dogs, from the roving youthThat prowl at midnight's hour:But Jove and Venus mock'd with gay disdainThe jealous warder of that close stronghold:The way, they knew, must soon be smooth and plainWhen gods could change to gold.Gold, gold can pass the tyrant's sentinel,Can shiver rocks with more resistless blowThan is the thunder's. Argos' prophet fell,He and his house laid low,And all for gain. The man of MacedonCleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrewBy force of gifts: their cunning snares have wonRude captains and their crew.As riches grow, care follows: men repineAnd thirst for more. No lofty crest I raise:Wisdom that thought forbids, Maecenas mine,The knightly order's praise.He that denies himself shall gain the moreFrom bounteous Heaven. I strip me of my pride,Desert the rich man's standard, and pass o'erTo bare Contentment's side,More proud as lord of what the great despiseThan if the wheat thresh'd on Apulia's floorI hoarded all in my huge granaries,'Mid vast possessions poor.A clear fresh stream, a little field o'ergrownWith shady trees, a crop that ne'er deceives,Pass, though men know it not, their wealth, that ownAll Afric's golden sheaves.Though no Calabrian bees their honey yieldFor me, nor mellowing sleeps the god of wineIn Formian jar, nor in Gaul's pasture-fieldThe wool grows long and fine,Yet Poverty ne'er comes to break my peace;If more I craved, you would not more refuse.Desiring less, I better shall increaseMy tiny revenues,Than if to Alyattes' wide domainsI join'd the realms of Mygdon. Great desiresSort with great wants. 'Tis best, when prayer obtainsNo more than life requires.Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name(For since from that high parentageThe prehistoric Lamias cameAnd all who fill the storied page,No doubt you trace your line from him,Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,And Liris, whose still waters swimWhore green Marica skirts the sea,Lord of broad realms), an eastern galeWill blow to-morrow, and bestrewThe shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,If rain's old prophet tell me true,The raven. Gather, while 'tis fine,Your wood; tomorrow shall be gayWith smoking pig and streaming wine,And lord and slave keep holyday.O wont the flying Nymphs to woo,Good Faunus, through my sunny farmPass gently, gently pass, nor doMy younglings harm.Each year, thou know'st, a kid must dieFor thee; nor lacks the wine's full streamTo Venus' mate, the bowl; and highThe altars steam.Sure as December's Nones appear,All o'er the grass the cattle play;The village, with the lazy steer,Keeps holyday.Wolves rove among the fearless sheep;The woods for thee their foliage strow;The delver loves on earth to leap,His ancient foe.What the time from InachusTo Codrus, who in patriot battle fell,Who were sprung from Aeacus,And how men fought at Ilion,—this you tell.What the wines of Chios cost,Who with due heat our water can allay,What the hour, and who the hostTo give us house-room,—this you will not sayHo, there! wine to moonrise, wineTo midnight, wine to our new augur too!Nine to three or three to nine,As each man pleases, makes proportion true.Who the uneven Muses loves,Will fire his dizzy brain with three times three;Three once told the Grace approves;She with her two bright sisters, gay and free,Shrinks, as maiden should, from strife:But I'm for madness. What has dull'd the fireOf the Berecyntian fife?Why hangs the flute in silence with the lyre?Out on niggard-handed boys!Rain showers of roses; let old Lycus hear,Envious churl, our senseless noise,And she, our neighbour, his ill-sorted fere.You with your bright clustering hair,Your beauty, Telephus, like evening's sky,Rhoda loves, as young, as fair;I for my Glycera slowly, slowly die.O born in Manlius' year with me,Whate'er you bring us, plaint or jest,Or passion and wild revelry,Or, like a gentle wine-jar, rest;Howe'er men call your Massic juice,Its broaching claims a festal day;Come then; Corvinus bids produceA mellower wine, and I obey.Though steep'd in all Socratic loreHe will not slight you; do not fear.They say old Cato o'er and o'erWith wine his honest heart would cheer.Tough wits to your mild torture yieldTheir treasures; you unlock the soulOf wisdom and its stores conceal'd,Arm'd with Lyaeus' kind control.'Tis yours the drooping heart to heal;Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;Inspired by you, the soldier's steel,The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn,Liber and Venus, wills she so,And sister Graces, ne'er unknit,And living lamps shall see you flowTill stars before the sunrise flit.Guardian of hill and woodland, Maid,Who to young wives in childbirth's hourThrice call'd, vouchsafest sovereign aid,O three-form'd power!This pine that shades my cot be thine;Here will I slay, as years come round,A youngling boar, whose tusks designThe side-long wound.If, Phidyle, your hands you liftTo heaven, as each new moon is born,Soothing your Lares with the giftOf slaughter'd swine, and spice, and corn,Ne'er shall Scirocco's bane assailYour vines, nor mildew blast your wheat.Ne'er shall your tender younglings failIn autumn, when the fruits are sweet.The destined victim 'mid the snowsOf Algidus in oakwoods fed,Or where the Alban herbage grows,Shall dye the pontiff's axes red;No need of butcher'd sheep for youTo make your homely prayers prevail;Give but your little gods their due,The rosemary twined with myrtle frail.The sprinkled salt, the votive meal,As soon their favour will regain,Let but the hand be pure and leal,As all the pomp of heifers slain.Though your buried wealth surpassThe unsunn'd gold of Ind or Araby,Though with many a ponderous massYou crowd the Tuscan and Apulian sea,Let Necessity but driveHer wedge of adamant into that proud head,Vainly battling will you striveTo 'scape Death's noose, or rid your soul of dread.Better life the Scythians lead,Trailing on waggon wheels their wandering home,Or the hardy Getan breed,As o'er their vast unmeasured steppes they roam;Free the crops that bless their soil;Their tillage wearies after one year's space;Each in turn fulfils his toil;His period o'er, another takes his place.There the step-dame keeps her handFrom guilty plots, from blood of orphans clean;There no downed wives commandTheir feeble lords, or on adulterers lean.Theirs are dowries not of gold,Their parents' worth, their own pure chastity,True to one, to others cold;They dare not sin, or, if they dare, they die.O, whoe'er has heart and headTo stay our plague of blood, our civic brawls,Would he that his name be read“Father of Rome” on lofty pedestals,Let him chain this lawless will,And be our children's hero! cursed spite!Living worth we envy still,Then seek it with strain'd eyes, when snatch'd from sight.What can sad laments availUnless sharp justice kill the taint of sin?What can laws, that needs must failShorn of the aid of manners form'd within,If the merchant turns not backFrom the fierce heats that round the tropic glow,Turns not from the regions blackWith northern winds, and hard with frozen snow;Sailors override the wave,While guilty poverty, more fear'd than vice.Bids us crime and suffering brave,And shuns the ascent of virtue's precipice?Let the Capitolian fane,The favour'd goal of yon vociferous crowd,Aye, or let the nearest mainReceive our gold, our jewels rich and proud:Slay we thus the cause of crime,If yet we would repent and choose the good:Ours the task to take in timeThis baleful lust, and crush it in the bud.Ours to mould our weakling sonsTo nobler sentiment and manlier deed:Now the noble's first-born shunsThe perilous chase, nor learns to sit his steed:Set him to the unlawful dice,Or Grecian hoop, how skilfully he plays!While his sire, mature in vice,A friend, a partner, or a guest betrays,Hurrying, for an heir so base,To gather riches. Money, root of ill,Doubt it not, still grows apace:Yet the scant heap has somewhat lacking still.Whither, Bacchus, tear'st thou me.FiIl'd with thy strength? What dens, what forests these,Thus in wildering race I see?What cave shall hearken to my melodies,Tuned to tell of Caesar's praiseAnd throne him high the heavenly ranks among?Sweet and strange shall be my lays,A tale till now by poet voice unsung.As the Evian on the height,Roused from her sleep, looks wonderingly abroad,Looks on Thrace with snow-drifts white,And Rhodope by barbarous footstep trod,So my truant eyes admireThe banks, the desolate forests. O great KingWho the Naiads dost inspire,And Bacchants, strong from earth huge trees to wring!Not a lowly strain is mine,No mere man's utterance. O, 'tis venture sweetThee to follow, God of wine,Making the vine-branch round thy temples meet!For ladies' love I late was fit,And good success my warfare blest,But now my arms, my lyre I quit,And hang them up to rust or rest.Here, where arising from the seaStands Venus, lay the load at last,Links, crowbars, and artillery,Threatening all doors that dared be fast.O Goddess! Cyprus owns thy sway,And Memphis, far from Thracian snow;Raise high thy lash, and deal me, pray,That haughty Chloe just one blow!When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,And dogs and foxes great with young,And wolves from far Lanuvian hill,Give clamorous tongue:Across the roadway dart the snake,Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,The horses. I, for friendship's sake,Watching each wing,Ere to his haunt, the stagnant marsh,The harbinger of tempest flies,Will call the raven, croaking harsh,From eastern skies.Farewell!—and wheresoe'er you go,My Galatea, think of me:Let lefthand pie and roving crowStill leave you free.But mark with what a front of fearOrion lowers. Ah! well I knowHow Hadria glooms, how falsely clearThe west-winds blow.Let foemen's wives and children feelThe gathering south-wind's angry roar,The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,The quivering shore.So to the bull Europa gaveHer beauteous form, and when she sawThe monstrous deep, the yawning grave,Grew pale with awe.That morn of meadow-flowers she thought,Weaving a crown the nymphs to please:That gloomy night she look'd on noughtBut stars and seas.Then, as in hundred-citied CreteShe landed,—“O my sire!” she said,“O childly duty! passion's heatHas struck thee dead.Whence came I? death, for maiden's shame,Were little. Do I wake to weepMy sin? or am I pure of blame,And is it sleepFrom dreamland brings a form to trickMy senses? Which was best? to goOver the long, long waves, or pickThe flowers in blow?O, were that monster made my prize,How would I strive to wound that brow,How tear those horns, my frantic eyesAdored but now!Shameless I left my father's home;Shameless I cheat the expectant grave;O heaven, that naked I might roamIn lions' cave!Now, ere decay my bloom devourOr thin the richness of my blood,Fain would I fall in youth's first flower,The tigers' food.Hark! 'tis my father—‘Worthless one!What, yet alive? the oak is nigh.'Twas well you kept your maiden zone,The noose to tie.Or if your choice be that rude pike,New barb'd with death, leap down and askThe wind to bear you. Would you likeThe bondmaid's task,You, child of kings, a master's toy,A mistress' slave?’” Beside her, lo!Stood Venus smiling, and her boyWith unstrung bow.Then, when her laughter ceased, “Have doneWith fume and fret,” she cried, “my fair;That odious bull will give you soonHis horns to tear.You know not you are Jove's own dame:Away with sobbing; be resign'dTo greatness: you shall give your nameTo half mankind.”Neptune's feast-day! what should manThink first of doing? Lyde mine, be bold,Broach the treasured Caecuban,And batter Wisdom in her own stronghold.Now the noon has pass'd the full,Yet sure you deem swift Time has made a halt,Tardy as you are to pullOld Bibulus' wine-jar from its sleepy vault.I will take my turn and singNeptune and Nereus' train with locks of green;You shall warble to the stringLatona and her Cynthia's arrowy sheen.Hers our latest song, who swaysCnidos and Cyclads, and to Paphos goesWith her swans, on holydays;Night too shall claim the homage music owes.Heir of Tyrrhenian kings, for youA mellow cask, unbroach'd as yet,Maecenas mine, and roses new,And fresh-drawn oil your locks to wet,Are waiting here. Delay not still,Nor gaze on Tibur, never dried,And sloping Aesule, and the hillOf Telegon the parricide.O leave that pomp that can but tire,Those piles, among the clouds at home;Cease for a moment to admireThe smoke, the wealth, the noise of Rome!In change e'en luxury finds a zest:The poor man's supper, neat, but spare,With no gay couch to seat the guest,Has smooth'd the rugged brow of care.Now glows the Ethiop maiden's sire;Now Procyon rages all ablaze;The Lion maddens in his ire,As suns bring back the sultry days:The shepherd with his weary sheepSeeks out the streamlet and the trees,Silvanus' lair: the still banks sleepUntroubled by the wandering breeze.You ponder on imperial schemes,And o'er the city's danger brood:Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.The issue of the time to beHeaven wisely hides in blackest night,And laughs, should man's anxietyTransgress the bounds of man's short sight.Control the present: all besideFlows like a river seaward borne,Now rolling on its placid tide,Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,In chaos blent, while hill and woodReverberate to the enormous shock,When savage rains the tranquil floodHave stirr'd to madness. Happy he,Self-centred, who each night can say,“My life is lived: the morn may seeA clouded or a sunny day:That rests with Jove: but what is gone,He will not, cannot turn to nought;Nor cancel, as a thing undone,What once the flying hour has brought.”Fortune, who loves her cruel game,Still bent upon some heartless whim,Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,Now kind to me, and now to him:She stays; 'tis well: but let her shakeThose wings, her presents I resign,Cloak me in native worth, and takeChaste Poverty undower'd for mine.Though storms around my vessel rave,I will not fall to craven prayers,Nor bargain by my vows to saveMy Cyprian and Sidonian wares,Else added to the insatiate main.Then through the wild Aegean roarThe breezes and the Brethren TwainShall waft my little boat ashore.And now 'tis done: more durable than brassMy monument shall be, and raise its headO'er royal pyramids: it shall not dreadCorroding rain or angry Boreas,Nor the long lapse of immemorial time.I shall not wholly die: large residueShall 'scape the queen of funerals. Ever newMy after fame shall grow, while pontiffs climbWith silent maids the Capitolian height.“Born,” men will say, “where Aufidus is loud,Where Daunus, scant of streams, beneath him bow'dThe rustic tribes, from dimness he wax'd bright,First of his race to wed the Aeolian layTo notes of Italy.” Put glory on,My own Melpomene, by genius won,And crown me of thy grace with Delphic bay.
iniecta monstris Terra dolet suismaeretque partus fulmine luridummissos ad Orcum; nec pereditinpositam celer ignis Aetnenincontinentis nec Tityi iecurreliquit ales, nequitiae addituscustos; amatorem trecentaePirithoum cohibent catenae.Caelo tonantem credidimus Iovemregnare; praesens divus habebiturAugustus adiectis Britannisimperio gravibusque Persis.milesne Crassi coniuge barbaraturpis maritus vixit et hostium,pro curia inversique mores!consenuit socerorum in armissub rege Medo Marsus et Apulus,anciliorum et nominis et togaeoblitus aeternaeque Vestae,incolumi Iove et urbe Roma?hoc caverat mens provida Regulidissentientis condicionibusfoedis et exemplo trahentisperniciem veniens in aevum,si non periret inmiserabiliscaptiva pubes. “signa ego Punicisadfixa delubris et armamilitibus sine caede” dixit“derepta vidi, vidi ego civiumretorta tergo bracchia liberoportasque non clausas et arvaMarte coli populata nostro.auro repensus scilicet acriormiles redibit: flagitio additisdamnum; neque amissos coloreslana refert medicata fuconec vera virtus, cum semel excidit,curat reponi deterioribus.si pugnat extricata densiscerva plagis, erit ille fortisqui perfidis se credidit hostibuset Marte Poenos proteret altero;qui lora restrictis lacertissensit iners timuitque mortem,hic, unde vitam sumeret inscius,pacem duello miscuit. o pudor!o magna Carthago, probrosisaltior Italiae ruinis!”fertur pudicae coniugis osculumparvosque natos ut capitis minorab se removisse et virilemtorvus humi posuisse voltum,donec labantis consilio patresfirmaret auctor numquam alias datointerque maerentis amicosegregius properaret exul.atqui sciebat, quae sibi barbarustortor pararet: non aliter tamendimovit obstantis propinquoset populum reditus morantemquam si clientum longa negotiadiiudicata lite relinquerettendens Venafranos in agrosaut Lacedaemonium Tarentum.Delicta maiorum inmeritus lues,Romane, donec templa refecerisaedisque labentis deorum etfoeda nigro simulacra fumo.dis te minorem quod geris, imperas:hinc omne principium, huc refer exitum:di multa neglecti dederuntHesperiae mala luctuosae.iam bis Monaeses et Pacori manusinauspicatos contudit impetusnostros et adiecisse praedamtorquibus exiguis renidet.paene occupatam seditionibusdelevit urbem Dacus et Aethiops,hic classe formidatus, illemissilibus melior sagittis.fecunda culpae saecula nuptiasprimum inquinavere et genus et domos:hoc fonte derivata cladesin patriam populumque fluxit.motus doceri gaudet Ionicosmatura virgo et fingitur artibusiam nunc et incestos amoresde tenero meditatur ungui.mox iuniores quaerit adulterosinter mariti vina neque eligitcui donet inpermissa raptimgaudia luminibus remotis,sed iussa coram non sine consciosurgit marito, seu vocat institorseu navis Hispanae magister,dedecorum pretiosus emptor.non his iuventus orta parentibusinfecit aequor sanguine PunicoPyrrhumque et ingentem ceciditAntiochum Hannibalemque dirum,sed rusticorum mascula militumproles, Sabellis docta ligonibusversare glaebas et severaematris ad arbitrium recisosportare fustis, sol ubi montiummutaret umbras et iuga demeretbubus fatigatis amicumtempus agens abeunte curru.damnosa quid non inminuit dies?aetas parentum, peior avis, tulitnos nequiores, mox daturosprogeniem vitiosiorem.Quid fles, Asterie, quem tibi, candidiprimo restituent vere FavoniiThyna merce beatum,constantis iuvenem fideGygen? ille Notis actus ad Oricumpost insana Caprae sidera frigidasnoctis non sine multisinsomnis lacrimis agit.atqui sollicitae nuntius hospitae,suspirare Chloen et miseram tuisdicens ignibus uri,temptat mille vafer modis:ut Proetum mulier perfida credulumfalsis inpulerit criminibus nimiscasto Bellerophontaematurare necem, refert;narrat paene datum Pelea Tartaro,Magnessam Hippolyten dum fugit abstinens,et peccare docentisfallax historias movet.frustra: nam scopulis surdior Icarivoces audit adhuc integer. at tibine vicinus Enipeusplus iusto placeat cave;quamvis non alius flectere equum sciensaeque conspicitur gramine Martio,nec quisquam citus aequeTusco denatat alveo.prima nocte domum claude neque in viassub cantu querulae despice tibiaeet te saepe vocantiduram difficilis mane.Martiis caelebs quid agam kalendis,quid velint flores et acerra turisplena miraris positusque carbo incaespite vivo,docte sermones utriusque linguae?voveram dulcis epulas et albumLibero caprum prope funeratusarboris ictu.hic dies anno redeunte festuscorticem adstrictum pice dimovebitamphorae fumum bibere institutaeconsule Tullo.sume, Maecenas, cyathos amicisospitis centum et vigiles lucernasperfer in lucem: procul omnis estoclamor et ira.mitte civilis super urbe curas:occidit Daci Cotisonis agmen,Medus infestus sibi luctuosisdissidet armis,servit Hispanae vetus hostis oraeCantaber, sera domitus catena,iam Scythae laxo meditantur arcucedere campis.neglegens, ne qua populus laboret,parce privatus nimium cavere etdona praesentis cape laetus horae,linque severa.“Donec gratus eram tibinec quisquam potior bracchia candidaecervici iuvenis dabat,Persarum vigui rege beatior.”“donec non alia magisarsisti neque erat Lydia post Chloen,multi Lydia nominis,Romana vigui clarior Ilia.”“me nunc Thressa Chloe regit,dulcis docta modos et citharae sciens,pro qua non metuam mori,si parcent animae fata superstiti”“me torret face mutuaThurini Calais filius Ornyti,pro quo bis patiar mori,si parcent puero fata superstiti.”“quid si prisca redit Venusdiductosque iugo cogit aeneo?si flava excutitur Chloereiectaeque patet ianua Lydiae?”“quamquam sidere pulchriorille est, tu levior cortice et inproboiracundior Hadria:tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam lubens.”Extremum Tanain si biberes, Lyce,saevo nupta viro, me tamen asperasporrectum ante foris obicere incolisplorares Aquilonibusaudis, quo strepitu ianua, quo nemusinter pulcra satum tecta remugiatventis et positas ut glaciet nivespuro numine Iuppiter?ingratam Veneri pone superbiam,ne currente retro funis eat rota:non te Penelopen difficilem procisTyrrhenus genuit parens.o quamvis neque te munera nec precesnec tinctus viola pallor amantiumnec vir Pieria paelice sauciuscurvat, supplicibus tuisparcas, nec rigida mollior aesculonec Mauris animum mitior anguibus:non hoc semper erit liminis aut aquaecaelestis patiens latus.Mercuri, nam te docilis magistromovit Amphion lapides canendo,tuque testudo resonare septemcallida nervis,nec loquax olim neque grata, nunc etdivitum mensis et amica templis,dic modos, Lyde quibus obstinatasadplicet auris,quae velut latis equa trima campisludit exsultim metuitque tanginuptiarum expers et adhuc protervocruda marito.tu potes tigris comitesque silvasducere et rivos celeres morari;cessit immanis tibi blandientiianitor aulaeCerberus, quamvis furiale centummuniant angues caput eius atquespiritus taeter saniesque manetore trilingui;quin et Ixion Tityosque volturisit invito, stetit urna paulumsicca, dum grato Danai puellascarmine mulces.audiat Lyde scelus atque notasvirginum poenas et inane lymphaedolium fundo pereuntis imoseraque fata,quae manent culpas etiam sub Orco.inpiae, (nam quid potuere maius?)inpiae sponsos potuere duroperdere ferro.una de multis face nuptialidigna periurum fuit in parentemsplendide mendax et in omne virgonobilis aevum,“surge” quae dixit iuveni marito,“surge, ne longus tibi somnus undenon times detur; socerum et scelestasfalle sorores,quae velut nactae vitulos leaenaesingulos eheu lacerant: ego illismollior nec te feriam neque intraclaustra tenebo.me pater saevis oneret catenis,quod viro clemens misero peperci,me vel extremos Numidarum in agrosclasse releget:i pedes quo te rapiunt et aurae,dum favet nox et Venus, i secundoomine et nostri memorem sepulcroscalpe querelam.”Miserarum est neque amori dare ludum neque dulcimala vino lavere, aut exanimari metuentispatruae verbera linguae.tibi qualum Cythereae puer ales, tibi telasoperosaeque Minervae studium aufert, Neobule,Liparaei nitor Hebri,simul unctos Tiberinis umeros lavit in undis,eques ipso melior Bellerophonte, neque pugnoneque segni pede victus,catus idem per apertum fugientis agitatogrege cervos iaculari et celer arto latitantemfruticeto excipere aprum.O fons Bandusiae splendidior vitro,dulci digne mero non sine floribus,cras donaberis haedo,cui frons turgida cornibusprimis et venerem et proelia destinat;frustra: nam gelidos inficiet tibirubro sanguine rivoslascivi suboles gregis.te flagrantis atrox hora Caniculaenescit tangere, tu frigus amabilefessis vomere taurispraebes et pecori vago.fies nobilium tu quoque fontiumme dicente cavis inpositam ilicemsaxis, unde loquaceslymphae desiliunt tuae.Herculis ritu modo dictus, o plebs,morte venalem petiisse laurumCaesar Hispana repetit penatisvictor ab ora.unico gaudens mulier maritoprodeat iustis operata sacriset soror clari ducis et decoraesupplice vittavirginum matres iuvenumque nupersospitum; vos, o pueri et puellaeiam virum expertae, male nominatisparcite verbis.hic dies vere mihi festus atrasexiget curas ego nec tumultumnec mori per vim metuam tenenteCaesare terras.i pete unguentum, puer, et coronaset cadum Marsi memorem duelli,Spartacum siqua potuit vagantemfallere testa.dic et argutae properet Neaeraemurreum nodo cohibere crinem;si per invisum mora ianitoremfiet, abito.lenit albescens animos capilluslitium et rixae cupidos protervae;non ego hoc ferrem calidus iuventaconsule Planco.Uxor pauperis Ibyci,tandem nequitiae fige modum tuaefamosisque laboribus;maturo propior desine funeriinter ludere virgineset stellis nebulam spargere candidis.non, siquid Pholoen, satiset te, Chlori, decet: filia rectiusexpugnat iuvenum domos,pulso Thyias uti concita tympano.illam cogit amor Nothilascivae similem ludere capreae,te lanae prope nobilemtonsae Luceriam, non citharae decentnec flos purpureus rosaenec poti, vetulam, faece tenus cadi.Inclusam Danaen turris aenearobustaeque fores et vigilum canumtristes excubiae munierant satisnocturnis ab adulteris,si non Acrisium virginis abditaecustodem pavidum Iuppiter et Venusrisissent: fore enim tutum iter et patensconverso in pretium deo.aurum per medios ire satelliteset perrumpere amat saxa potentiusictu fulmineo: concidit augurisArgivi domus ob lucrumdemersa exitio; diffidit urbiumportas vir Macedo et subruit aemulosreges muneribus; munera naviumsaevos inlaqueant duces.crescentem sequitur cura pecuniammaiorumque fames. iure perhorruilate conspicuum tollere verticem,Maecenas, equitum decus.quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,ab dis plura feret nil cupientiumnudus castra peto et transfuga divitumpartis linquere gestio,contemptae dominus splendidior rei,quam si quidquid arat inpiger Apulusoccultare meis dicerer horreis,magnas inter opes inops.purae rivos aquae silvaque iugerumpaucorum et segetis certa fides meaefulgentem imperio fertilis Africaefallit sorte beatior.quamquam nec Calabrae mella ferunt apesnec Laestrygonia Bacchus in amphoralanguescit mihi nec pinguia Galliciscrescunt vellera pascuis:inportuna tamen pauperies abestnec, si plura velim, tu dare deneges.contracto melius parva cupidinevectigalia porrigamquam si Mygdoniis regnum Alyatteicampis continuem. multa petentibusdesunt multa: bene est cui deus obtulitparca quod satis est manu.Aeli vetusto nobilis ab Lamo,quando et priores hinc Lamias feruntdenominatos et nepotumper memores genus omne fastos,auctore ab illo ducis originem,qui Formiarum moenia diciturprinceps et innantem Maricaelitoribus tenuisse Lirim,late tyrannus:— cras foliis nemusmultis et alga litus inutilidemissa tempestas ab Eurosternet, aquae nisi fallit augurannosa cornix. dum potes, aridumconpone lignum: cras genium merocurabis et porco bimenstricum famulis operum solutis.Faune, Nympharum fugientum amator,per meos finis et aprica ruralenis incedas abeasque parvisaequus alumnis,si tener pleno cadit haedus annolarga nec desunt Veneris sodalivina craterae, vetus ara multofumat odore.ludit herboso pecus omne campocum tibi nonae redeunt Decembres,festus in pratis vacat otiosocum bove pagus,inter audacis lupus errat agnos,spargit agrestis tibi silva frondes,gaudet invisam pepulisse fossorter pede terram.Quantum distet ab InachoCodrus pro patria non timidus morinarras et genus Aeaciet pugnata sacro bella sub Ilio:quo Chium pretio cadummercemur, quis aquam temperet ignibus,quo praebente domum et quotaPaelignis caream frigoribus, taces.da lunae propere novae,da noctis mediae, da, puer, augurisMurenae: tribus aut novemmiscentur cyathis pocula commodis.qui Musas amat imparis,ternos ter cyathos attonitus petetvates; tris prohibet suprarixarum metuens tangere Gratianudis iuncta sororibus.insanire iuvat: cur Berecyntiaecessant flamina tibiae?cur pendet tacita fistula cum lyra?parcentis ego dexterasodi: sparge rosas, audiat invidusdementem strepitum Lycuset vicina seni non habilis Lyco.spissa te nitidum coma,puro te similem, Telephe, Vesperotempestiva petit Rhode;me lentus Glycerae torret amor meae.Non vides, quanto moveas periclo,Pyrrhe, Gaetulae catulos leaenae?dura post paulo fugies inaudaxproelia raptor,cum per obstantis iuvenum catervasibit insignem repetens Nearchum:grande certamen, tibi praeda cedat,maior an illa.interim, dum tu celeres sagittaspromis, haec dentis acuit timendos,arbiter pugnae posuisse nudosub pede palmamfertur et leni recreare ventosparsum odoratis umerum capillis,qualis aut Nireus fuit aut aquosaraptus ab Ida.O nata mecum consule Manlio,seu tu querellas sive geris iocosseu rixam et insanos amoresseu facilem, pia testa, somnum,quocumque lectum nomine Massicumservas, moveri digna bono die,descende Corvino iubentepromere languidiora vina.non ille, quamquam Socraticis madetsermonibus, te neglegit horridus:narratur et prisci Catonissaepe mero caluisse virtus.tu lene tormentum ingenio admovesplerumque duro, tu sapientiumcuras et arcanum iocosoconsilium retegis Lyaeo,tu spem reducis mentibus anxiisvirisque et addis cornua pauperipost te neque iratos trementiregum apices neque militum arma.te Liber et si laeta aderit Venussegnesque nodum solvere Gratiaevivaeque producent lucernae,dum rediens fugat astra Phoebus.Montium custos nemorumque, virgo,quae laborantis utero puellaster vocata audis adimisque leto,diva triformis,imminens villae tua pinus esto,quam per exactos ego laetus annosverris obliquum meditantis ictumsanguine donem.Caelo supinas si tuleris manusnascente luna, rustica Phidyle,si ture placaris et hornafruge Laris avidaque porca:nec pestilentem sentiet Africumfecunda vitis nec sterilem segesrobiginem aut dulces alumnipomifero grave tempus anno.nam quae nivali pascitur Algidodevota quercus inter et ilicesaut crescit Albanis in herbisvictima, pontificum securiscervice tinguet: te nihil attinettemptare multa caede bidentiumparvos coronantem marinorore deos fragilique myrto.inmunis aram si tetigit manus,non sumptuosa blandior hostia,mollivit aversos Penatisfarre pio et saliente mica.Intactis opulentiorthesauris Arabum et divitis Indiaecaementis licet occupesterrenum omne tuis et mare publicum:si figit adamantinossummis verticibus dira Necessitasclavos, non animum metu,non mortis laqueis expedies caput.campestres melius Scythae,quorum plaustra vagas rite trahunt domosvivunt et rigidi Getae,inmetata quibus iugera liberasfruges et Cererem feruntnec cultura placet longior annuadefunctumque laboribusaequali recreat sorte vicarius.illic matre carentibusprivignis mulier temperat innocensnec dotata regit virumconiunx nec nitido fidit adultero;dos est magna parentiumvirtus et metuens alterius viricerto foedere castitas,et peccare nefas aut pretium est mori.o quisquis volet inpiascaedis et rabiem tollere civicam,si quaeret pater urbiumsubscribi statuis, indomitam audeatrefrenare licentiam,clarus postgenitis: quatenus, heu nefasvirtutem incolumem odimus,sublatam ex oculis quaerimus invidi.quid tristes querimoniae,si non supplicio culpa reciditur,quid leges sine moribusvanae proficiunt, si neque fervidispars inclusa caloribusmundi nec Boreae finitimum latusdurataeque solo nivesmercatorem abigunt, horrida callidivincunt aequora navitae,magnum pauperies opprobrium iubetquidvis et facere et pativirtutisque viam deserit arduae?vel nos in Capitolium,quo clamor vocat et turba faventium,vel nos in mare proximumgemmas et lapides aurum et inutile,summi materiem mali,mittamus, scelerum si bene paenitet.eradenda cupidinispravi sunt elementa et tenerae nimismentes asperioribusformandae studiis. nescit equo rudishaerere ingenuus puervenarique timet, ludere doctior,seu Graeco iubeas trochoseu malis vetita legibus alea,cum periura patris fidesconsortem socium fallat et hospitesindignoque pecuniamheredi properet. scilicet inprobaecrescunt divitiae, tamencurtae nescio quid semper abest rei.Quo me, Bacche, rapis tuiplenum? quae nemora aut quos agor in specus,velox mente nova? quibusantris egregii Caesaris audiaraeternum meditans decusstellis inserere et consilio Iovis?dicam insigne, recens, adhucindictum ore alio. non secus in iugisexsomnis stupet EuhiasHebrum prospiciens et nive candidamThracen ac pede barbarolustratam Rhodopen, ut mihi devioripas et vacuum nemusmirari libet. o Naiadum potensBaccharumque valentiumproceras manibus vertere fraxinos,nil parvum aut humili modo,nil mortale loquar. dulce periculum est,o Lenaee, sequi deumcingentem viridi tempora pampino.Vixi puellis nuper idoneuset militavi non sine gloria;nunc arma defunctumque bellobarbiton hic paries habebit,laevum marinae qui Veneris latuscustodit. hic, hic ponite lucidafunalia et vectis et arcusoppositis foribus minacis.o quae beatam diva tenes Cyprum etMemphin carentem Sithonia nive,regina, sublimi flagellotange Chloen semel arrogantem.Inpios parrae recinentis omenducat et praegnans canis aut ab agrorava decurrens lupa Lanuvinofetaque volpes;rumpat et serpens iter institutum,si per obliquum similis sagittaeterruit mannos: ego cui timebo,providus auspex,antequam stantis repetat paludesimbrium divina avis imminentium,oscinem corvum prece suscitabosolis ab ortu.sis licet felix, ubicumque mavis,et memor nostri, Galatea, vivasteque nec laevos vetet ire picusnec vaga cornix.sed vides, quanto trepidet tumultupronus Orion. ego quid sit aterHadriae novi sinus et quid albuspeccet Iapyx.hostium uxores puerique caecossentiant motus orientis Austri etaequoris nigri fremitum et trementisverbere ripas.sic et Europe niveum dolosocredidit tauro latus et scatentembeluis pontum mediasque fraudespalluit audax.nuper in pratis studiosa florum etdebitae Nymphis opifex coronaenocte sublustri nihil astra praetervidit et undas.quae simul centum tetigit potentemoppidis Creten, “pater, o relictumfiliae nomen pietasque” dixit“victa furore!unde quo veni? levis una mors estvirginum culpae. vigilansne ploroturpe conmissum an vitiis carentemludit imagovana, quae porta fugiens eburnasomnium ducit? meliusne fluctusire per longos fuit an recentiscarpere flores?siquis infamem mihi nunc iuvencumdedat iratae, lacerare ferro etfrangere enitar modo multum amaticornua monstri.inpudens liqui patrios Penates,inpudens Orcum moror. o deorumsiquis haec audis, utinam inter erremnuda leones.antequam turpis macies decentisoccupet malas teneraeque sucusdefluat praedae, speciosa quaeropascere tigris“vilis Europe” pater urget absens:“quid mori cessas? potes hac ab ornopendulum zona bene te secutalaedere collum.sive te rupes et acuta letosaxa delectant, age te procellaecrede veloci, nisi erile maviscarpere pensumregius sanguis dominaeque tradibarbarae paelex.”” aderat querentiperfidum ridens Venus et remissofilius arcu.mox ubi lusit satis, “abstineto”dixit “irarum calidaeque rixae,cum tibi invisus laceranda reddetcornua taurus.uxor invicti Iovis esse nescis.mitte singultus, bene ferre magnamdisce fortunam; tua sectus orbisnomina ducet.”Festo quid potius dieNeptuni faciam? prome reconditum,Lyde, strenua Caecubum,munitaeque adhibe vim sapientiae.inclinare meridiemsentis et, veluti stet volucris dies,parcis deripere horreocessantem Bibuli consulis amphoram.nos cantabimus invicemNeptunum et viridis Nereidum comas;tu curva recines lyraLatonam et celeris spicula Cynthiae;summo carmine quae Cnidonfulgentisque tenet Cycladas et Paphoniunctis visit oloribusdicetur, merita Nox quoque nenia.Tyrrhena regum progenies, tibinon ante verso lene merum cadocum flore, Maecenas, rosarum etpressa tuis balanus capillisiamdudum apud me est: eripe te moraene semper udum Tibur et Aefulaedeclive contempleris arvum etTelegoni iuga parricidae.fastidiosam desere copiam etmolem propinquam nubibus arduis,omitte mirari beataefumum et opes strepitumque Romae.plerumque gratae divitibus vicesmundaeque parvo sub lare pauperumcenae sine aulaeis et ostrosollicitam explicuere frontem.Iam clarus occultum Andromedae paterostendit ignem, iam Procyon furitet stella vesani Leonis,sole dies referente siccos;iam pastor umbras cum grege languidorivumque fessus quaerit et horididumeta Silvani, caretqueripa vagis taciturna ventis.tu civitatem quis deceat statuscuras et urbi sollicitus timesquid Seres et regnata CyroBactra parent Tanaisque discors.prudens futuri temporis exitumcaliginosa nocte premit deusridetque, si mortalis ultrafas trepidat. quod adest mementoconponere aequos; cetera fluminisritu feruntur, nunc medio alveocum pace delabentis Etruscumin mare, nunc lapides adesosstirpisque raptas et pecus et domosvolventis una, non sine montiumclamore vicinaeque silvae,cum fera diluvies quietosinritat amnis. ille potens suilaetusque deget cui licet in diemdixisse “vixi: cras vel atranube polum pater occupatovel sole puro; non tamen inritumquodcumque retro est efficiet nequediffinget infectumque reddetquod fugiens semel hora vexit.”Fortuna saevo laeta negotio etludum insolentem ludere pertinaxtransmutat incertos honores,nunc mihi nunc alii benigna.laudo manentem; si celeres quatitpennas, resigno quae dedit et meavirtute me involvo probamquepauperiem sine dote quaero.non est meum, si mugiat Africismalus procellis, ad miseras precesdecurrere et votis paciscine Cypriae Tyriaeque mercesaddant avaro divitias mari:tunc me biremis praesidio scaphaetutum per Aegaeos tumultusaura feret geminusque Pollux.Exegi monumentum aere perenniusregalique situ pyramidum altius,quod non imber edax, non aquilo impotenspossit diruere aut innumerabilisannorum series et fuga temporum.non omnis moriar multaque pars meivitabit Libitinam; usque ego posteracrescam laude recens, dum Capitoliumscandet cum tacita virgine pontifex.dicar, qua violens obstrepit Aufiduset qua pauper aquae Daunus agrestiumregnavit populorum, ex humili potens,princeps Aeolium carmen ad Italosdeduxisse modos. sume superbiamquaesitam meritis et mihi Delphicalauro cinge volens, Melpomene, comam.