Delectabere tibiae Mixtis carminibus, non sine fistula. Illic bis pueri die Numen cum teneris virginibùs tuum Laudantes, pede candido In morem Salium, ter quatient humum. Me nec femina, nec puer Jam nec spes animi credula mutui, Nec certare juvat mero, Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. Sed cur, heu! Ligurine cur Manat rara meas lacruma per genas? Cur facunda parum decoro Inter verba cadit lingua silentio ? Nocturnis ego somniis Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem sequor Te per gramina Martii Campi; te per aquas, dure, volubiles. II. AD ANTONIUM IULUM. PINDARUM quisquis studet aemulari Fashioned; and name will be to sea-tract glassy Speedily giving. Like to a river pouring down the mountain, Sure to be gifted with Apollo's laurel, Or of gods sing, or kings, of gods the offspring, Or of steed tell or boxer whom Elean Or lamentation makes for youthful lover Plentiful airs sustain the swan Dircean Oft as he soars, Antonius, to lofty Regions of Cloudland. I in mode and manner Like to Matinian Bee, that sweet thyme rifles with mickle labour, Mid the copsewood and banks of wat'ry Tibur, In my small way, employ myself composing Canzonets laboured. Nititur pennis, vitreo daturus Nomina ponto. Monte decurrens velut amnis, imbres Quem super notas aluere ripas, Fervet, immensusque ruit profundo Pindarus ore; Laurea donandus Apollinari, Seu per audaces nova dithyrambos Seu deos, regesve canit, deorum Sive quos Elea domum reducit Flebili sponsae juvenemve raptum Plorat; et vires animumque moresque Aureos educit in astra nigroque Invidet Orco. Multa Dircaeum levat aura cycnum, Tendit, Antoni, quotiens in altos Grata carpentis thyma per laborem Carmina fingo. Poet, thyself, of a superior order Caesar shalt sing, when with the well-earned laurel Graced, he shall drag along the sacred hillock, Savage Sicambri : Greater than whom or better, to the nations, Have the Fates naught, nor have the good gods given, Either shall give, e'en though return the golden Epoch primeval. Holidays gladsome and the city's public Games shalt thou sing, hailing the re-appearance Silent from lawsuits. Then, of my voice, if aught I say worth hearing, Added shall good part be, and 'oh! fair morning' Will I exulting sing, 'oh day praiseworthy, Bringing back Caesar!' Nor as thy train moves on, 'Io triumphe!' Thee, will ten bulls and heifers in like number, Till my vows need him. He on his brow copies the fiery crescent Which the new moon displays at her third rising : There, is blanched too with snowy patch, albeit Elsewhere all tawny. Concines majore poëta plectro Quo nihil majus meliusve terris Nec dabunt, quamvis redeant in aurum Tempora priscum. Concines laetosque dies, et Urbis Tum meae (si quid loquar audiendum) Pulcher, o laudande, canam, recepto Tuque dum procedis, io Triumphe, Te decem tauri totidemque vaccae, In mea vota; Fronte curvatos imitatus ignes |