Ten bulls, ten kine, your debt discharge:A calf new-wean'd from parent cow,Battening on pastures rich and large,Shall quit my vow.Like moon just dawning on the nightThe crescent honours of his head;One dapple spot of snowy white,The rest all red.He whom thou, Melpomene,Hast welcomed with thy smile, in life arriving,Ne'er by boxer's skill shall beRenown'd abroad, for Isthmian mastery striving;Him shall never fiery steedDraw in Achaean car a conqueror seated;Him shall never martial deedShow, crown'd with bay, after proud kings defeated,Climbing Capitolian steep:But the cool streams that make green Tibur flourish,And the tangled forest deep,On soft Aeolian airs his fame shall nourish.Rome, of cities first and best,Deigns by her sons' according voice to hail meFellow-bard of poets blest,And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.Goddess, whose Pierian artThe lyre's sweet sounds can modulate and measure,Who to dumb fish canst impartThe music of the swan, if such thy pleasure:O, 'tis all of thy dear graceThat every finger points me out in goingLyrist of the Roman race;Breath, power to charm, if mine, are thy bestowing!E'en as the lightning's minister,Whom Jove o'er all the feather'd breedMade sovereign, having proved him sureErewhile on auburn Ganymede;Stirr'd by warm youth and inborn power,He quits the nest with timorous wing,For winter's storms have ceased to lower,And zephyrs of returuing springTempt him to launch on unknown skiesNext on the fold he stoops downright;Last on resisting serpents flies,Athirst for foray and for flight:As tender kidling on the grassEspies, uplooking from her food,A lion's whelp, and knows, alas!Those new-set teeth shall drink her blood:So look'd the Raetian mountaineersOn Drusus:—whence in every fieldThey learn'd through immemorial yearsThe Amazonian axe to wield,I ask not now: not all of truthWe seekers find: enough to knowThe wisdom of the princely youthHas taught our erst victorious foeWhat prowess dwells in boyish heartsRear'd in the shrine of a pure home,What strength Augustus' love impartsTo Nero's seed, the hope of Rome.Good sons and brave good sires approve:Strong bullocks, fiery colts, attestTheir fathers' worth, nor weakling doveIs hatch'd in savage eagle's nest.But care draws forth the power within,And cultured minds are strong for good:Let manners fail, the plague of sinTaints e'en the course of gentle blood.How great thy debt to Nero's race,O Rome, let red Metaurus say,Slain Hasdrubal, and victory's graceFirst granted on that glorious dayWhich chased the clouds, and show'd the sun,When Hannibal o'er ItalyRan, as swift flames o'er pine-woods run,Or Eurus o'er Sicilia's sea.Henceforth, by fortune aiding toil,Rome's prowess grew: her fanes, laid wasteBy Punic sacrilege and spoil,Beheld at length their gods replaced.Then the false Libyan own'd his doom:—“Weak deer, the wolves' predestined prey,Blindly we rush on foes, from whom'Twere triumph won to steal away.That race which, strong from Ilion's fires,Its gods, on Tuscan waters tost,Its sons, its venerable sires,Bore to Ausonia's citied coast;That race, like oak by axes shornOn Algidus with dark leaves rife,Laughs carnage, havoc, all to scorn,And draws new spirit from the knife.
te decem tauri totidemque vaccae,me tener solvet vitulus, relictamatre qui largis iuvenescit herbisin mea vota,fronte curvatos imitatus ignistertium lunae referentis ortum,qua notam duxit, niveus videri,cetera fulvos.Quem tu, Melpomene, semelnascentem placido lumine videris,illum non labor Isthmiusclarabit pugilem, non equos inpigercurru ducet Achaicovictorem neque res bellica Deliisornatum foliis ducem,quod regum tumidas contuderit minas,ostendet Capitolio:sed quae Tibur aquae fertile praefluuntet spissae nemorum comaefingent Aeolio carmine nobilem.Romae principis urbiumdignatur suboles inter amabilisvatum ponere me choroset iam dente minus mordeor invido.o testudinis aureaedulcem quae strepitum, Pieri, temperas,o mutis quoque piscibusdonatura cycni, si libeat, sonum,totum muneris hoc tui est,quod monstror digito praetereuntiumRomanae fidicen lyrae:quod spiro et placeo, si placeo, tuum est.Qualem ministrum fulminis alitem,cui rex deorum regnum in avis vagaspermisit expertus fidelemIuppiter in Ganymede flavo,olim iuventas et patrius vigornido laborum propulit inscium,vernique iam nimbis remotisinsolitos docuere nisusventi paventem, mox in oviliademisit hostem vividus impetus,nunc in reluctantis draconesegit amor dapis atque pugnae;qualemve laetis caprea pascuisintenta fulvae matris ab ubereiam lacte depulsum leonemdente novo peritura vidit:videre Raetis bella sub AlpibusDrusum gerentem Vindelici. quibusmos unde deductus per omnetempus Amazonia securidextras obarmet, quaerere distulinec scire fas est omnia, sed diulateque victrices catervaeconsiliis iuvenis revictaesensere, quid mens rite, quid indolesnutrita faustis sub penetralibusposset, quid Augusti paternusin pueros animus Nerones.fortes creantur fortibus et bonis:est in iuvencis, est in equis patrumvirtus neque inbellem ferocesprogenerant aquilae columbam.doctrina sed vim promovet insitamrectique cultus pectora roborant;utcumque defecere mores,indecorant bene nata culpae.quid debeas, o Roma, Neronibus,testis Metaurum flumen et Hasdrubaldevictus et pulcher fugatisille dies Latio tenebris,qui primus alma risit adorea,dirus per urbis Afer ut Italasceu flamma per taedas vel Eurusper Siculas equitavit undas.post hoc secundis usque laboribusRomana pubes crevit et inpiovastata Poenorum tumultufana deos habuere rectos.dixitque tandem perfidus Hannibal:“cervi, luporum praeda rapacium,sectamur ultro quos opimusfallere et effugere est triumphus.gens, quae cremato fortis ab Ilioiactata Tuscis aequoribus sacranatosque maturosque patrespertulit Ausonias ad urbis,duris ut ilex tonsa bipennibusnigrae feraci frondis in Algido,per damna, per caedis ab ipsoducit opes animumque ferro.
What will not Claudian hands achieve?Jove's favour is their guiding star,And watchful potencies unweaveFor them the tangled paths of war.Best guardian of Rome's people, dearest boonOf a kind Heaven, thou lingerest all too long:Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:Do not thy promise wrong.Restore, dear chief, the light thou tak'st away:Ah! when, like spring, that gracious mien of thineDawns on thy Rome, more gently glides the day,And suns serener shine.See her whose darling child a long year pastHas dwelt beyond the wild Carpathian foam;That long year o'er, the envious southern blastStill bars him from his home:Weeping and praying to the shore she clings,Nor ever thence her straining eyesight turns:So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings,Rome for her Caesar yearns.In safety range the cattle o'er the mead:Sweet Peace, soft Plenty, swell the golden grain:O'er unvex'd seas the sailors blithely speed:Fair Honour shrinks from stain:No guilty lusts the shrine of home defile:Cleansed is the hand without, the heart within:The father's features in his children smileSwift vengeance follows sin.Who fears the Parthian or the Scythian horde,Or the rank growth that German forests yield,While Caesar lives? who trembles at the swordThe fierce Iberians wield?In his own hills each labours down the day,Teaching the vine to clasp the widow'd tree:Then to his cups again, where, feasting gay,He hails his god in thee.A household power, adored with prayers and wine,Thou reign'st auspicious o'er his hour of ease:Thus grateful Greece her Castor made divine,And her great Hercules.Ah! be it thine long holydays to giveTo thy Hesperia! thus, dear chief, we prayAt sober sunrise; thus at mellow eve,When ocean hides the day.Thou who didst make thy vengeful mightTo Niobe and Tityos known,And Peleus' son, when Troy's tall heightWas nigh his own,Victorious else, for thee no peer,Though, strong in his sea-parent's power,He shook with that tremendous spearThe Dardan tower.He, like a pine by axes sped,Or cypress sway'd by angry gust,Fell ruining, and laid his headIn Trojan dust.Not his to lie in covert pentOf the false steed, and sudden fallOn Priam's ill-starr'd merrimentIn bower and hail:His ruthless arm in broad bare dayThe infant from the breast had torn,Nay, given to flame, ah, well a way!The babe unborn:But, won by Venus' voice and thine,Relenting Jove Aeneas will'dWith other omens more benignNew walls to build.Sweet tuner of the Grecian lyre,Whose locks are laved in Xanthus' dews,Blooming Agyieus! help, inspireMy Daunian Muse!'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongueWith minstrel art and minstrel fires:Come, noble youths and maidens sprungFrom noble sires,Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,Come, foot the Lesbian measure, whileThe lyre I play:Sing of Latona's glorious boy,Sing of night's queen with crescent horn,Who wings the fleeting months with joy,And swells the corn.And happy brides shall say, “'Twas mine,When years the cyclic season brought,To chant the festal hymn divineBy Horace taught.”The snow is fled: the trees their leaves put on,The fields their green:Earth owns the change, and rivers lessening runTheir banks between.Naked the Nymphs and Graces in the meadsThe dance essay:“No 'scaping death” proclaims the year, that speedsThis sweet spring day.Frosts yield to zephyrs; Summer drives out Spring,To vanish, whenRich Autumn sheds his fruits; round wheels the ring,—Winter again!Yet the swift moons repair Heaven's detriment:We, soon as thrustWhere good Aeneas, Tullus, Ancus went,What are we? dust.Can Hope assure you one more day to liveFrom powers above?You rescue from your heir whate'er you giveThe self you love.When life is o'er, and Minos has rehearsedThe grand last doom,Not birth, nor eloquence, nor worth, shall burstTorquatus' tomb.Not Dian's self can chaste HippolytusTo life recall,Nor Theseus free his loved PirithousFrom Lethe's thrall.Ah Censorinus! to my comrades trueRich cups, rare bronzes, gladly would I send:Choice tripods from Olympia on each friendWould I confer, choicer on none than you,Had but my fate such gems of art bestow'dAs cunning Scopas or Parrhasius wrought,This with the brush, that with the chisel taughtTo image now a mortal, now a god.But these are not my riches: your desireSuch luxury craves not, and your means disdain:A poet's strain you love; a poet's strainAccept, and learn the value of the lyre.Not public gravings on a marble base,Whence comes a second life to men of mightE'en in the tomb: not Hannibal's swift flight,Nor those fierce threats flung back into his face,Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze,In clearer light sets forth his spotless fame,Who from crush'd Afric took away—a name,Than rude Calabria's tributary lays.Let silence hide the good your hand has wrought,Farewell, reward! Had blank oblivion's powerDimm'd the bright deeds of Romulus, at this hour,Despite his sire and mother, he were nought.Thus Aeacus has 'scaped the Stygian wave,By grace of poets and their silver tongue,Henceforth to live the happy isles among.No, trust the Muse: she opes the good man's grave,And lifts him to the gods. So Hercules,His labours o'er, sits at the board of Jove:So Tyndareus' offspring shine as stars above,Saving lorn vessels from the yawning seas:So Bacchus, with the vine-wreath round his hair,Gives prosperous issue to his votary's prayer.Think not those strains can e'er expire,Which, cradled 'mid the echoing roarOf Aufidus, to Latium's lyreI sing with arts unknown before.Though Homer fill the foremost throne,Yet grave Stesichorus still can please,And fierce Alcaeus holds his ownWith Pindar and Simonides.The songs of Teos are not mute,And Sappho's love is breathing still:She told her secret to the lute,And yet its chords with passion thrill.Not Sparta's queen alone was firedBy broider'd robe and braided tress,And all the splendours that attiredHer lover's guilty loveliness:Not only Teucer to the fieldHis arrows brought, nor IlionBeneath a single conqueror reel'd:Not Crete's majestic lord alone,Or Sthenelus, earn'd the Muses' crown:Not Hector first for child and wife,Or brave Deiphobus, laid downThe burden of a manly life.Before Atrides men were brave:But ah! oblivion, dark and long,Has lock'd them in a tearless grave,For lack of consecrating song.'Twixt worth and baseness, lapp'd in death,What difference? You shall ne'er be dumb,While strains of mine have voice and breath:The dull neglect of days to comeThose hard-won honours shall not blight:No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours,Clear-sighted, keen, alike uprightWhen fortune smiles, and when she lowers:To greed and rapine still severe,Spurning the gain men find so sweet:A consul, not of one brief year,But oft as on the judgment-seatYou bend the expedient to the right,Turn haughty eyes from bribes away,Or bear your banners through the fight,Scattering the foeman's firm array.The lord of boundless revenues,Salute not him as happy: no,Call him the happy, who can useThe bounty that the gods bestow,Can bear the load of poverty,And tremble not at death, but sin:No recreant he when called to dieIn cause of country or of kin.Here is a cask of Alban, moreThan nine years old: here grows for youGreen parsley, Phyllis, and good storeOf ivy too(Wreathed ivy suits your hair, you know):The plate shines bright: the altar, strew'dWith vervain, hungers for the flowOf lambkin's blood.There's stir among the serving folk;They bustle, bustle, boy and girl;The flickering flames send up the smokeIn many a curl.But why, you ask, this special cheer?We celebrate the feast of Ides,Which April's month, to Venus dear,In twain divides.O, 'tis a day for reverence,E'en my own birthday scarce so dear,For my Maecenas counts from thenceEach added year.'Tis Telephus that you'd bewitch:But he is of a high degree;Bound to a lady fair and rich,He is not free.O think of Phaethon half burn'd,And moderate your passion's greed:Think how Bellerophon was spurn'dBy his wing'd steed.So learn to look for partners meet,Shun lofty things, nor raise your aimsAbove your fortune. Come then, sweet,My last of flames(For never shall another fairEnslave me), learn a tune, to singWith that dear voice: to music careShall yield its sting.The gales of Thrace, that hush the unquiet sea,Spring's comrades, on the bellying canvas blow:Clogg'd earth and brawling streams alike are freeFrom winter's weight of snow.Wailing her Itys in that sad, sad strain,Builds the poor bird, reproach to after timeOf Cecrops' house, for bloody vengeance ta'enOn foul barbaric crime.The keepers of fat lambkins chant their lovesTo silvan reeds, all in the grassy lea,And pleasure Him who tends the flocks and grovesOf dark-leaved Arcady.It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:But would you taste the grape's Calenian juice,Client of noble youths, to earn your wineSome nard you must produce.A tiny box of nard shall bring to lightThe cask that in Sulpician cellar lies:O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright,And gladden gloomy eyes.You take the bait? then come without delayAnd bring your ware: be sure, 'tis not my planTo let you drain my liquor and not pay,As might some wealthy man.Come, quit those covetous thoughts, those knitted brows,Think on the last black embers, while you may,And be for once unwise. When time allows,'Tis sweet the fool to play.The gods have heard, the gods have heard my prayer;Yes, Lyce! you are growing old, and stillYou struggle to look fair;You drink, and dance, and trillYour songs to youthful Love, in accents weakWith wine, and age, and passion. Youthful Love!He dwells in Chia's cheek,And hears her harp-strings move.Rude boy, he flies like lightning o'er the heathPast wither'd trees like you; you're wrinkled now;The white has left your teethAnd settled on your brow.Your Coan silks, your jewels bright as stars,Ah no! they bring not back the days of old,In public calendarsBy flying Time enroll'd.Where now that beauty? where those movements? whereThat colour? what of her, of her is left,Who, breathing Love's own air,Me of myself bereft,Who reign'd in Cinara's stead, a fair, fair face,Queen of sweet arts? but Fate to Cinara gaveA life of little space;And now she cheats the graveOf Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,That youth may see, with laughter and disgust,A fire-brand, once ablaze,Now smouldering in grey dust.What honours can a grateful Rome,A grateful senate, Caesar, giveTo make thy worth through days to comeEmblazon'd on our records live,Mightiest of chieftains whomsoe'erThe sun beholds from heaven on high?They know thee now, thy strength in war,Those unsubdued Vindelici.Thine was the sword that Drusus drew,When on the Breunian hordes he fell,And storm'd the fierce Genaunian crewE'en in their Alpine citadel,And paid them back their debt twice told'Twas then the elder Nero cameTo conflict, and in ruin roll'dStout Raetian kernes of giant frame.O, 'twas a gallant sight to seeThe shocks that beat upon the braveWho chose to perish and be free!As south winds scourge the rebel waveWhen through rent clouds the Pleiads weep,So keen his force to smite, and smiteThe foe, or make his charger leapThrough the red furnace of the fight.Thus Daunia's ancient river fares,Proud Aufidus, with bull-like horn,When swoln with choler he preparesA deluge for the fields of corn.So Claudius charged and overthrewThe grim barbarian's mail-clad host,The foremost and the hindmost slew,And conquer'd all, and nothing lost.The force, the forethought, were thine own,Thine own the gods. The selfsame dayWhen, port and palace open thrown,Low at thy footstool Egypt lay,That selfsame day, three lustres gone,Another victory to thine handWas given; another field was wonBy grace of Caesar's high command.Thee Spanish tribes, unused to yield,Mede, Indian, Scyth that knows no home,Acknowledge, sword at once and shieldOf Italy and queenly Rome.Ister to thee, and Tanais fleet,And Nile that will not tell his birth,To thee the monstrous seas that beatOn Britain's coast, the end of earth,To thee the proud Iberians bow,And Gauls, that scorn from death to flee;The fierce Sygambrian bends his brow,And drops his arms to worship thee.Of battles fought I fain had told,And conquer'd towns, when Phoebus smoteHis harp-string: “Sooth, 'twere over-bold.To tempt wide seas in that frail boat.”Thy age, great Caesar, has restoredTo squalid fields the plenteous grain,Given back to Rome's almighty LordOur standards, torn from Parthian fane,Has closed Quirinian Janus' gate,Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,And brought again the life of old,Life, by whose healthful power increasedThe glorious name of Latium spreadTo where the sun illumes the eastFrom where he seeks his western bed.While Caesar rules, no civil strifeShall break our rest, nor violence rude,Nor rage, that whets the slaughtering knifeAnd plunges wretched towns in feud.The sons of Danube shall not scornThe Julian edicts; no, nor theyBy Tanais' distant river horn,Nor Persia, Scythia, or Cathay.And we on feast and working-tide,While Bacchus' bounties freely flow,Our wives and children at our side,First paying Heaven the prayers we owe,Shall sing of chiefs whose deeds are done,As wont our sires, to flute or shell,And Troy, Anchises, and the sonOf Venus on our tongues shall dwell.
nil Claudiae non perficient manus,quas et benigno numine Iuppiterdefendit et curae sagacesexpediunt per acuta belli”.Divis orte bonis, optume Romulaecustos gentis, abes iam nimium diu;maturum reditum pollicitus patrumsancto concilio redi.lucem redde tuae, dux bone, patriae:instar veris enim voltus ubi tuusadfulsit populo, gratior it dieset soles melius nitent.ut mater iuvenem, quem Notus invidoflatu Carpathii trans maris aequoracunctantem spatio longius annuodulci distinet a domo,votis ominibusque et precibus vocatcurvo nec faciem litore dimovet:sic desideriis icta fidelibusquaerit patria Caesarem.tutus bos etenim rura perambulat,nutrit rura Ceres almaque Faustitas,pacatum volitant per mare navitae;culpari metuit fides,nullis polluitur casta domus stupris,mos et lex maculosum edomuit nefas,laudantur simili prole puerperae,culpam poena premit comes.quis Parthum paveat, quis gelidum Scythen,quis Germania quos horrida parturitfetus incolumi Caesare? quis feraebellum curet Hiberiae?condit quisque diem collibus in suiset vitem viduas ducit ad arbores;hinc ad vina redit laetus et alteriste mensis adhibet deum;te multa prece, te prosequitur merodefuso pateris et Laribus tuummiscet numen, uti Graecia Castoriset magni memor Herculis.“longas o utinam, dux bone, feriaspraestes Hesperiae!” dicimus integrosicci mane die, dicimus uvidi,cum sol Oceano subest.Dive, quem proles Niobea magnaevindicem linguae Tityosque raptorsensit et Troiae prope victor altaePthius Achilles,ceteris maior, tibi miles inpar,filius quamvis Thetidis marinaeDardanas turris quateret tremendacuspide pugnax—ille, mordaci velut icta ferropinus aut inpulsa cupressus Euro,procidit late posuitque collum inpulvere Teucro;ille non inclusus equo Minervaesacra mentito male feriatosTroas et laetam Priami choreisfalleret aulam,sed palam captis gravis, heu nefas, heu,nescios fari pueros Achivisureret flammis, etiam latentemmatris in alvo,ni tuis victus Venerisque grataevocibus divum pater adnuissetrebus Aeneae potiore ductosalite muros.doctor argutae fidicen ThaliaePhoebe, qui Xantho lavis amne crinis,Dauniae defende decus Camenae,levis Agyieu.spiritum Phoebus, mihi Phoebus artemcarminis nomenque dedit poetae.virginum primae puerique clarispatribus orti,Deliae tutela deae, fugacislyncas et cervos cohibentis arcu,Lesbium servate pedem meiquepollicis ictumrite Latonae puerum canentes,rite crescentem face Noctilucam,prosperam frugum celeremque pronosvolvere mensis.nupta iam dices “ego dis amicumsaeculo festas referente lucesreddidi carmen docilis modorumvatis Horati.”Diffugere nives, redeunt iam gramina campisarboribusque comae;mutat terra vices et decrescentia ripasflumina praetereunt;Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audetducere nuda choros:inmortalia ne speres, monet annus et almumquae rapit hora diem.frigora mitescunt Zephyris, ver proterit aestasinteritura, simulpomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et moxbruma recurrit iners.damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae:nos ubi decidimusquo pius Aeneas, quo dives Tullus et Ancus,pulvis et umbra sumus.quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summaetempora di superi?cuncta manus avidas fugient heredis amicoquae dederis animo.cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minosfecerit arbitria,non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non terestituet pietas;infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicumliberat Hippolytumnec Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere carovincula Pirithoo.Donarem pateras grataque commodus,Censorine, meis aera sodalibus,donarem tripodas, praemia fortiumGraiorum, neque tu pessuma munerumferres, divite me scilicet artiumquas aut Parrhasius protulit aut Scopas,hic saxo, liquidis ille coloribussollers nunc hominem ponere, nunc deumsed non haec mihi vis, nec tibi taliumres est aut animus deliciarum egens.gaudes carminibus; carmina possumusdonare et pretium dicere muneri.non incisa notis marmora publicis,per quae spiritus et vita redit bonispost mortem ducibus, non “celeres fugaereiectaeque retrorsum Hannibalis minae”non “incendia Karthaginis inpiae”,eius, “qui domita nomen ab Africalucratus rediit”, clarius indicantlaudes quam “Calabrae Pierides” neque,si chartae sileant quod bene feceris,mercedem tuleris. quid foret IliaeMavortisque puer, si taciturnitasobstaret meritis invida Romuli?ereptum Stygiis fluctibus Aeacumvirtus et favor et lingua potentiumvatum divitibus consecrat insulis.dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori,caelo Musa beat. sic Iovis interestoptatis epulis inpiger Hercules,clarum Tyndaridae sidus ab infimisquassas eripiunt aequoribus ratis,ornatus viridi tempora pampinoLiber vota bonos ducit ad exitus.Ne forte credas interitura quaelonge sonantem natus ad Aufidumnon ante volgatas per artisverba loquor socianda chordis:non, si priores Maeonius tenetsedes Homerus, Pindaricae latentCeaeque et Alcaei minacesStesichorique graves Camenaenec siquid olim lusit Anacreondelevit aetas; spirat adhuc amorvivuntque conmissi caloresAeoliae fidibus puellae.non sola comptos arsit adultericrinis et aurum vestibus inlitummirata regalisque cultuset comites Helene Lacaenaprimusve Teucer tela Cydoniodirexit arcu; non semel Iliosvexata; non pugnavit ingensIdomeneus Sthenelusve solusdicenda Musis proelia; non feroxHector vel acer Deiphobus gravisexcepit ictus pro pudicisconiugibus puerisque primus.vixere fortes ante Agamemnonamulti; sed omnes inlacrimabilesurgentur ignotique longanocte, carent quia vate sacro.paullum sepultae distat inertiaecelata virtus. non ego te meischartis inornatum silebo,totve tuos patiar laboresinpune, Lolli, carpere lividasobliviones. est animus tibirerumque prudens et secundistemporibus dubiisque rectus,vindex avarae fraudis et abstinensducentis ad se cuncta pecuniae,consulque non unius anni,sed quotiens bonus atque fidusiudex honestum praetulit utili,reiecit alto dona nocentiumvoltu, per obstantis catervasexplicuit sua victor arma.non possidentem multa vocaverisrecte beatum; rectius occupatnomen beati qui deorummuneribus sapienter utiduramque callet pauperiem patipeiusque leto flagitium timet,non ille pro caris amicisaut patria timidus perire.O crudelis adhuc et Veneris muneribus potens,insperata tuae cum veniet pluma superbiaeet, quae nunc umeris involitant, deciderint comae,nunc et qui color est puniceae flore prior rosaemutatus Ligurinum in faciem verterit hispidam,dices “heu,” quotiens te speculo videris alterum,“quae mens est hodie, cur eadem non puero fuit,vel cur his animis incolumes non redeunt genae?”Est mihi nonum superantis annumplenus Albani cadus, est in horto,Phylli, nectendis apium coronis;est hederae vismulta, qua crinis religata fulges,ridet argento domus, ara castisvincta verbenis avet immolatospargier agno;cuncta festinat manus, huc et illuccursitant mixtae pueris puellae,sordidum flammae trepidant rotantesvertice fumum.ut tamen noris, quibus advocerisgaudiis: Idus tibi sunt agendae,qui dies mensem Veneris marinaefindit Aprilem,iure sollemnis mihi sanctiorquepaene natali proprio, quod ex hacluce Maecenas meus adfluentisordinat annos.Telephum, quem tu petis, occupavitnon tuae sortis iuvenem puelladives et lasciva tenetque gratacompede vinctum.terret ambustus Phaethon avarasspes et exemplum grave praebet alesPegasus terrenum equitem gravatusBellerophontem,semper ut te digna sequare et ultraquam licet sperare nefas putandodisparem vites. age iam, meorumfinis amorum,(non enim posthac alia calebofemina) condisce modos, amandavoce quos reddas: minuentur atraecarmine curae.Iam veris comites, quae mare temperant,inpellunt animae lintea Thraciae,iam nec prata rigent nec fluvii strepunthiberna nive turgidi.nidum ponit, Ityn flebiliter gemens,infelix avis et Cecropiae domusaeternum opprobrium, quod male barbarasregum est ulta libidines.dicunt in tenero gramine pinguiumcustodes ovium carmina fistuladelectantque deum, cui pecus et nigricolles Arcadiae placent.adduxere sitim tempora, Vergili:sed pressum Calibus ducere Liberumsi gestis, iuvenum nobilium cliens,nardo vina merebere.nardi parvus onyx eliciet cadum,qui nunc Sulpiciis adcubat horreis,spes donare novas largus amaraquecurarum eluere efficax.ad quae si properas gaudia, cum tuavelox merce veni: non ego te meisinmunem meditor tinguere poculis,plena dives ut in domo.verum pone moras et studium lucrinigrorumque memor, dum licet, igniummisce stultitiam consiliis brevem:dulce est desipere in loco.Audivere, Lyce, di mea vota, diaudivere, Lyce: fis anus et tamenvis formosa videriludisque et bibis inpudenset cantu tremulo pota Cupidinemlentum sollicitas. ille virentis etdoctae psallere Chiaepulcris excubat in genis.inportunus enim transvolat aridasquercus et refugit te quia lurididentes, te quia rugaeturpant et capitis nives.nec Coae referunt iam tibi purpuraenec cari lapides tempora, quae semelnotis condita fastisinclusit volucris dies.quo fugit venus, heu, quove color, decensquo motus? quid habes illius, illius,quae spirabat amores,quae me surpuerat mihifelix post Cinaram notaque et artiumgratarum facies? sed Cinarae brevisannos fata dederunt,servatura diu paremcornicis vetulae temporibus Lycen,possent ut iuvenes visere fervidimulto non sine risudilapsam in cineres facem.Quae cura patrum quaeve Quiritiumplenis honorum muneribus tuas,Auguste, virtutes in aevumper titulos memoresque fastosaeternet, o, qua sol habitabilisinlustrat oras, maxime principum,quem legis expertes LatinaeVindelici didicere nuperquid Marte posses. milite nam tuoDrusus Genaunos, inplacidum genus,Breunosque velocis et arcisAlpibus inpositas tremendisdeiecit acer plus vice simplici;maior Neronum mox grave proeliumconmisit immanisque Raetosauspiciis pepulit secundis,spectandus in certamine Martiodevota morti pectora liberaequantis fatigaret ruinis,indomitas prope qualis undasexercet Auster Pleiadum choroscindente nubis, inpiger hostiumvexare turmas et frementemmittere equum medios per ignis.sic tauriformis volvitur Aufidus,qui regna Dauni praefluit Apuli,cum saevit horrendamque cultisdiluviem meditatur agris,ut barbarorum Claudius agminaferrata vasto diruit impetuprimosque et extremos metendostravit humum sine clade victor,te copias, te consilium et tuospraebente divos. nam tibi quo dieportus Alexandrea supplexet vacuam patefecit aulam,Fortuna lustro prospera tertiobelli secundos reddidit exituslaudemque et optatum peractisimperiis decus adrogavit.te Cantaber non ante domabilisMedusque et Indus, te profugus Scythesmiratur, o tutela praesensItaliae dominaeque Romae.te fontium qui celat originesNilusque et Hister, te rapidus Tigris,te beluosus qui remotisobstrepit Oceanus Britannis,te non paventis funera Galliaeduraeque tellus audit Hiberiae,te caede gaudentes Sygambriconpositis venerantur armis.Phoebus volentem proelia me loquivictas et urbis increpuit lyra,ne parva Tyrrhenum per aequorvela darem. tua, Caesar, aetasfruges et agris rettulit ubereset signa nostro restituit Ioviderepta Parthorum superbispostibus et vacuum duellisIanum Quirini clausit et ordinemrectum evaganti frena licentiaeiniecit emovitque culpaset veteres revocavit artis,per quas Latinum nomen et Italaecrevere vires famaque et imperiporrecta maiestas ad ortussolis ab Hesperio cubili.custode rerum Caesare non furorcivilis aut vis exiget otium,non ira, quae procudit ensiset miseras inimicat urbis.non qui profundum Danuvium bibuntedicta rumpent Iulia, non Getae,non Seres infidique Persae,non Tanain prope flumen orti.nosque et profestis lucibus et sacrisinter iocosi munera Libericum prole matronisque nostris,rite deos prius adprecati,virtute functos more patrum ducesLydis remixto carmine tibiisTroiamque et Anchisen et almaeprogeniem Veneris canemus.