Janum Contri ciansit et ordinem Rectum evaganti frena licentiae Iniecit emovitque culpas

Et veteres revocavit artes,

BOOK IV. ODE XV.

When I was listful to indite
The conquered city and the fight,
Phoebus with lyre forbade me sweep
With tiny sail the Tuscan deep.

Cæsar, thy age hath made the field
Its fruits with fresh exuberance yield;
Torn from the Parthian's haughty door
Our standards given to Jove once more;

Made wars to cease; shut Janus; reined Licence beyond the rule ordained Wandering at large; ejected crime; Recalled the arts of olden time,

Per quas Latinum nomen et Italae
Crevere vires, famaque et imperi
Porrecta maiestas ad ortus

Solis ab Hesperio cubili.

Custode rerum Caesare non furor
Civilis aut vis eximet otium,

Non ira, quae procudit enses
Et miseras inimicat urbes.

Non qui profundum Danuvium bibunt
Edicta rumpent Iulia, non Getae,
Non Seres infidive Persae,

Non Tanain prope flumen orti.

Nosque et profestis lucibus et sacris Inter iocosi munera Liberi,

. Cum prole matronisque nostris Rite deos prius adprecati,

Virtute functos more patrum duces
Lydis remixto carmine tibiis

Troiamque et Anchisen et almae

Progeniem Veneris canemus.

By which grew up the Latin name,
And Italy's prowess and her fame,
And Rome's majestic empire spread
To sun-rise from his Western bed.

While Cæsar doth the State protect,
Nor civic rage shall peace eject,

Nor force, nor wrath, the sword which whets
And hapless towns at variance sets :

Not they who Danube's deep partake
Shall dare the Julian edicts break;
Not Seres, Gete, false Perse, nor those
Who take their rise where Tanais flows.

On workdays, aye, and feastdays, we,
Mid merry Liber's bounties free,
With wives and children, in due wise
Invoking first the Deities,

Will, like our sires, to Lydian airs
Sing valorous chiefs of bygone years,
And Troy, and old Anchises' praise,
And all of kindly Venus' race.

EPODON LIBER.

CARMEN I.

Ibis Liburnis inter alta navium,

Amice, propugnacula, Paratus omne Caesaris periculum

Subire, Maecenas, tuo.

Quid nos? quibus te vita si superstite
Jucunda, si contra, gravis.
Utrumne jussi persequemur otium,
Non dulce, ni tecum simul,

An hunc laborem mente laturi, decet
Qua ferre non molles viros?

Feremus et te vel per Alpium juga
Inhospitalem et Caucasum,

Vel occidentis usque ad ultimum sinum
Forti sequemur pectore.