110 The pilot of the Galilean lake, Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? 115 Of other care they little reckoning make, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; [hold Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to A sheep-hook, or have learn'd ought else the least 120 That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; 125 The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Befides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace; and nothing faid, 130 Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowrets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whofe fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, 135 Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, 145 150 Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. 155 Or whether thou, to our moist vows deny'd, 160 Looks tow'ard Namancos and Bayona's hold; Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, 165 For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, And And yet anon repair's his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 175 In folemn troops and sweet societies, 180 185 Thus fang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with fandals gray, XVIII. The Fifth ODE * of HORACE, Lib. I. "Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa," Rendered almost word for word without rhyme, ac. cording to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit. W HAT slender youth bedew'd with liquid odors Pyrrha? for whom bind'st thou Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he Rough with black winds and storms Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful? Hapless they 5 10 To whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me in my vow'd Picture the facred wall declares t' have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern God of fea. * First added in the edition of 1673. 15 Ad Ad PYRRHAM. ODE V. Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat esse mi feros. UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofa Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Intentata nites. Me tabula facer 5 10 ; 15 |