O DE S. BOOK III. ODE I. MONARCHS on earth their power extend, Monarchs to Jove submissive bend, And own the sovereign god, With glorious triumph who subdu'd The Titan race, gigantic brood! And shakes whole nature with his nod. When rival candidates contend, And to the field of Mars descend, Some of illustrious birth are proud, 10 Some of their clients vassal crowd, And some of virtue's fame. Others the rural labor love, And joy to plant the spreading grove, Yet with impartial hand shall Fate Both of the lowly and the great Shake the capacious urn. 15 For the first Strophe of this Ode, see the Secular Ode, Behold the wretch, with conscious dread, 20 Where zephyrs wave the balmy wing, And fan the buxom air. 30 With angry lustre shine; Whether his vines be smit with hail, Perfidious to his toil; Whether his drooping trees complain 40 Or stars that burn the soil. Not such the haughty lord, who lays And scorns earth's narrow bound; Even in the vast profound. 45 High tho' his structures rise in air, If purple, which the morn outshines, On columns, rais'd in modern style, To rise with envied state? Why, for a vain, superfluous store, Which would encumber me the more, 65 Resign my Sabine seat? OUR ODE II. TO HIS FRIENDS. UR hardy youth should learn to bear To hurl the well-directed spear With pointed force, and bid the Parthian bleed. Thus form'd in war's tumultuous trade Thro' summer's heat, and winter's cold, Some tyrant's queen, or blooming maid, Deep-sighing lest he royal spouse, Untaught the deathful sword to wield, That lion, in his wrath, should rouse, 5 10 Whom furious rage drives thro' th'ensanguin'd field. What joys, what glories round him wait, 15 She shews the paths, which heroes trod, Then bids him boldly tempt the sky, Spurn off his mortal clay, and rise a god. To silence due rewards we give, And they, who mysteries reveal Beneath my roof shall never live, Shall never hoist with me the doubtful sail. When Jove in anger strikes the blow, 30 Oft with the bad the righteous bleed: Yet with sure steps, tho' lame and slow, Vengeance o'ertakes the trembling villain's speed, |