Nudis juncta sororibus. Insanire juvat. Cur Berecyntiae. Cessant flamina tibiae? Cur pendet tacita fistula cum lyra? Parcentes ego dexteras Odi. Sparge rosas. Audiat invidus Dementem strepitum Lycus, Et vicina seni non habilis Lyco. Spissa te nitidum coma Puro te similem, Telephe, Vespero, Tempestiva petit Rhode: Me lentus Glycerae torret amor meae. XX. NON vides quanto moveas periclo Cum per obstantes juvenum catervas In the meantime, while you your nimble arrows Holding the prize, and fanned by gentle breezes Addressed to the jar containing the wine intended for Corvinus, at a supper to which he had invited himself at Horace's house. O HONEST jar! whose birth takes date, Or quiet sleep that dwell with thee; From thee, he will not, shocked, be turning. The elder Cato, oft' 'tis said, His virtue's fire with liquor fed. Interim, dum tu celeres sagittas Promis, haec dentes acuit timendos: Arbiter pugnae posuisse nudo Sub pede palmam Fertur, et leni recreare vento XXI. AD AMPHORAM. O NATA mecum consule Manlio, Seu tu querelas, sive geris jocos, Seu facilem, pia testa, somnum ; Quocunque lectum nomine Massicum Non ille, quamquam Socraticis madet Saepe mero caluisse virtus. レ With Bacchic mirth thou layest bare Wise men's deep counsel and their care. Or of a soldier's arms has he With thee shall Bacchus linger, still, Horace, for some reason or other, thought fit to dedicate a pine to Diana. Mr. Macleane pleasantly ridicules the ingenuity which certain commentators have wasted in guessing what the reason was: Sanadon and Dacier inferring, in genuine French fashion, from the second line of this Ode, that it must have been the safe delivery of a child by one of the poet's numberless mistresses -'une de ses maitresses.' VIRGIN protectress of the woods and mountains, Thine be this pine o'ershadowing my villa, Fail not to honour. Tu lene tormentum ingenio admoves Tu spem reducis mentibus anxiis, Regum apices, neque militum arma. Te Liber, et, si laeta aderit, Venus, Dum rediens fugat astra Phoebus. XXII. AD DIANAM. MONTIUM custos nemorumque, Virgo, Imminens villae tua pinus esto, Sanguine donem. |