Kind Proculeius' deeds shall be He showed a brother's love, and Fame He who his mind can sagely school Fell dropsy feeds itself and grows; Virtue, aye differing from the rest, And shows the mob the truth they spurned. The sceptre, and the diadem, And laurel, she reserves for them Who learn indifferent to behold The sight of heaped-up piles of gold. III. TO Q. DELIUS. In trouble's dark hour don't give way to despair, And when you're in luck learn as wisely to bear However you live, whether sadly or not, You quaff the best wine in a snug little spot, Where poplar and pine join their branches on high, Where, struggling the bend of the bank to flow by, So bring here your perfumes, your wines, and your flowers, While we've money and youth let's enjoy a few hours You must leave your own groves and your houses, my friend, And your villa beside the fair river; And the wealth that you've gathered and never will spend, Are you rich and descended from Inachus old, Or poor, living out in the air? It matters not-off you must go when you're told; On the same gloomy voyage we're all of us bound And sooner or later our lot will be found, And he'll bear us away past recall. 1 IV. TO XANTHIUS PHOCEUS. Dear Xanthias, deem it no disgrace To love a servant-maid; Why long ago Briseis' face The rude Achilles swayed. And Ajax for a captive's charms- Atrides raged 'mid war's alarms What time the barbarous foe confest And Hector's death to Greeks brought rest, For all you know, your fair-haired maid O never think your love could be Her arms I praise, heart-whole and free, Her ankles smooth, and brow; O, scandal ne'er can point at me, I'm just at forty now. V. OF LALAGE. She's all too young to wed and bear The duties of a wife; Too soon to yoke her neck so fair Like a young heifer thro' the meads She wanders at her will, Now sporting with the calves she speeds, Now drinking from the rill. Don't sigh for grapes before they're ripe, There's autumn full in view, Will change them to a purple type And dye their livid hue. Time flies-the years he takes from you He'll score to Lalage; And all unblushing she shall woo A husband presently. Was never Chloris half so dear, Nor wanton Pholoe; Her snowy shoulders shine as clear As moonbeams o'er the sea; Nor Gyges, mixed with maids, his sex Belied by flowing curl, Who keen observers will perplex To say if boy or girl. VI. TO SEPTIMIUS. Dear friend, who would gladly, I know, May I spend my old age on the shore But, ah! should the Fates be unkind No corner of earth is so dear, Of all pleasant spots in my choice, far and near, Where winter is genial and fair, And springtime lasts long, thanks to Jupiter's care; Where Aulon, by Bacchus beloved, stands bestowing Such grapes that we envy no vine elsewhere growing. 'Tis there you and I shall be blest, And far from all care find a harbour of rest; |