"Here from the Gallinarian wood they come, "That we may fear, left country tools be scarce. HORACE, HORACE, Book II. ODE XIV. Ad POSTUMU M. Eheu! fugaces, Poftume, Postume, &c.* ALAS, my friend! what shall we say? Time fteals infenfibly away, Nor piety, nor gold, can bribe a moment's stay; Wrinkled old age is very near, And Death will foon in all its ghaftly forms appear: No, tho' you burn whole hecatombs a day, And ftands unmov'd by fad complaining tears; And Tityus' carcafe too, that lies Vaftly extended on his dusky plains, Surrounded by the ftream that furly Charon plies; The stream, o'er which we all must go, Kings and humble peasants too. In vain we are from bloody battles free, And all the dangers of the fea, In vain autumnal blafts we fear, Down to the melancholy fhades below, There shall we fee the Danaids weary toil, Which urg'd and labour'd up the hill, does quick récoil. Your house, and land, and loving wife, Muft all be left behind: Your goodly ranks of trees must be refign'd, grave. Then shall your spendthrift heir Waste what you've got by pains and care, The jolly spark will fet the barrels free, From iron clamps, from lock and key, And drink the good old wine, Drink till the drunken pavement shine, With as rich juice as ever facred priest Drunk at his holy father's confecrated feaft. HORACE, HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XI. To LEUCO NO E. Tu ne quæfieris (fcire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi, &c. GIVE o'er, Leuconoë, give o’er, And fearch the book of fate no more; Even while we speak an age is gone'; Enjoy Enjoy the present smiling hour, Truft not the next, for that's in fortune's pow'r. HORACE, Book II. ODE XI. To 2 HIRPINUS. Quid bellicofus Cantaber, & Scythes, &c. BE not too careful, honest friend, to know, Let 'em fall by the ears, let 'em fcuffle and jar, The thread of life is foft and thinly wrought; And comely beauty will not, cannot stay. Deform'd old age comes next, and frights Difturb'd with weary, watchful nights, And rack'd with pains by day. The flow'rs are fragrant, but they fade in time, } Those short-liv'd things are quickly past their prime. The |