When o'er the public walks the shade Of sober twilight sheds its power, An assignation whispering made In silent evening's favouring hour, While age morose thy vigor spares, Be these thy pleasures, these thy cares. The laugh, that from the corner flies, The sportive fair-one shall betray; Then boldly snatch the joyful prize; A ring or bracelet tear away, While she, not too severely coy, Struggling shall yield the willing toy. ODE X. HYMN TO MERCURY. THOU god of wit (from Atlas sprung) The savage race of human kind; Whate'er in sportive theft you steal; To blissful seats and joys divine, ODE XI. TO LEUCONOE STRIVE not, Leuconoë, to pry Into the secret will of fate, Nor impious magic vainly try, To know our lives' uncertain date. Whether th' indulgent power divine Which breaks its waves against the shore. Thy life with wiser arts be crown'd, Even while we talk in careless ease, Instant the fleeting pleasure seize, Nor trust to-morrow's doubtful light. ODE XII. HYMN TO JOVE. WHAT man, what bero, on the tuneful lyre, Or sharp-ton'd flute, will Clio chuse to raise Deathless to fame? What god? whose hallow'd name The sportive image of the voice Shall thro' the shades of Helicon resound, Claims not th' eternal Sire his wonted praise? With grateful change of seasons rules; Immortal honors Pallas claims: God of the vine in deeds of valor bold, Fam'd for the rapid race, for wrestling fam'd, Swift from the rocks down foams the broken surge, Here stops the song, doubtful whom next to praise, Or Cato, glorious in his fall. Grateful in higher tone the Muse shall sing The fate of Regulus, the Scaurian race, Form'd by the hand of penury severe In dwellings suited to their small domain, Marcellus, like a youthful tree of growth Whether the Parthian's formidable powers, With suppliant pride beneath his triumph fall, Contented reign, and to thy throne shall bend |