1 Now gath'ring what the bounteous year allows, The curling vine her swelling clusters spread: 60 Haec quoque, quae juncta vitis requiefcit in ulmo, Si non nupta foret, terrae adclinata jaceret. Tu tamen exemplo non tangeris arboris hujus ; Concubitufque fugis; nec te conjungere curas. Atque utinam velles! Helene non pluribus effet Sollicitata procis: nec quae Lapitheïa movit Proelia, nec conjux timidis audacis Ulyssei. Nunc quoque, cum fugias averserisque petentes, Mille proci cupiunt ; et femideique deique, 75 Et quaecunque tenent Albanos numina montes. Sed tu, fi fapies, fi te bene jungere, anumque Hanc audire voles, (quae te plus omnibus illis, 80 Plus quam credis, amo) vulgares rejice taedas: Vertumnumque tori focium tibi felige: pro quo Me quoque pignus habe. neque enim fibi notior ille eft, Quam mihi. nec toto paffim vagus errat in orbe. Haec loca fola colit: nec, uti pars magna procorum, Yet this tall elm, but for his vine (he faid) Had stood neglected, and a barren shade; And this fair vine, but that her arms furround 65 Her marry'd elm, had crept along the ground. Ah! beauteous maid, let this example move Your mind, averse from all the joys of love. Deign to be lov'd, and ev'ry heart fubdue! What nymph could e'er attract fuch crouds as you? Not she whose beauty urg'd the Centaur's arms,71 Ulyffes' Queen, nor Helen's fatal charms. Ev'n now, when filent Scorn is all they gain, A thousand court you, tho' they court in vain, A thousand fylvans, demigods, and gods, 75 That haunt our mountains and our Alban woods. But if you'll profper, mark what I advise, Scarce to himself, himself is better known. 80 8.5 Quam modo vidit, amat. tu primus et ultimus illi Ardor eris; folique fuos tibi devovet annos. Adde, quod eft juvenis: quod naturale decoris 99 Primus habet; laetaque tenet tua munera dextra? Nor at first fight, like moft, admires the fair Befides, he's lovely far above the rest, And tries all forms that } 90 With youth immortal, and with beauty blest. Add, that he varies ev'ry fhape with ease, may Pomona please. But what should moft excite a mutual flame, Your rural cares, and pleasures are the fame : 95 To him your orchards early fruits are due, (A pleafing off ring when 'tis made by you) He values these; but yet (alas) complains, That still the best and dearest gift remains. Not the fair fruit that on yon branches glows 100 With that ripe red th' autumnal fun bestows ; Nor tafteful herbs that in these gardens rise, Which the kind foil with milky fap fupplies; You, only you, can move the God's defire : Oh crown fo conftant and fo pure a fire! Let foft compaffion touch your gentle mind; Think, 'tis Vertumnus begs you to be kind! So may no froft, when early buds appear, Destroy the promise of the youthful year; 109 Nor winds, when first your florid orchard blows, Shake the light bloffoms from their blafted boughs! 105 |