Dant alios furiae torvo spectacula Marti ; Exitio est avidum mare nautis ; Mixta senum ac iuvenum densentur funera, nullum Me quoque devexi rapidus comes Orionis At tu, nauta, vagae ne parce malignus harenae Particulam dare: sic, quodcumque minabitur eurus Ab Iove Neptunoque sacri custode Tarenti. Postmodo te natis fraudem committere? Fors et Te maneant ipsum: precibus non linquar inultis, Quamquam festinas, non est mora longa; licebit Some men the Furies give for show to grisly Mars, The mingled carcases of young and old are thronged, Threats the Hesperian waves, Venusia's woods Be lashed, whilst thou art safe, and much reward for thee, Thy innocent posterity shall rue? Mayhap A righteous due and mocking change await Thyself: my prayer, if left, will not be unavenged; And thee--no offerings will thy guilt absolve: What though thou hastest? "Twill not long delay; thou canst, Dust thrice upon me thrown, speed on thy way." *The spirit of a shipwrecked man here breaks in and speaks. U LIBER I. CARMEN XXIX. Icci, beatis nunc Arabum invides Nectis catenas. Quae tibi virginum Ad cyathum statuetur unctis, Doctus sagittas tendere Sericas Montibus et Tiberim reverti, BOOK I. ODE XXIX. What, Iccius! Araby the blest |