IN

NTERMISSA, Venus, diu

Rursus bella moves ? parce precor, precor. Non fum qualis eram bonae

Sub regno Cynarae. desine, dulcium Mater faeva Cupidinum,

Circa lustra decem flectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis : abi

Quo blandae juvenum te revocant precek. Tempestivius in domum

Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus,
Comiffabere Maximi;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum.
Namque et nobilis, et decens,
Et
pro

folicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium,

Late figna feret militiae tuae. Et, quandoque potentior

BOOK IV.

O DE I.

To VENUS.

A

me reft!

GAIN? new Tumults in

my

breast? Ah spare me, Venus ! let

me,

let I am not now, alas ! the man

As in the gentle Reign of My Queen Anne. - Ah found no more thy soft alarms,

Nor circle sober fifty with thy Charms. Mother too fierce of dear Defires !

Turn, turn to'willing hearts your wanton fires. To Number five direct your Doves,

There spread round MURRAY all your blooming

Loves ;

Noble and

young,

who strikes the heart
With ev'ry sprightly, ev'ry decent part :
Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend.
He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind :
To him each Rival shall submit,

Make but his Riches equal to his Wit.
Then shall thy Form the Marble grace,

(Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face :

Largi muneribus riserit aemuli, Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea. Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura ; lyraque et Berecynthia Delectabere tibia

Mixtis carminibus, non fine fiftula. Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum. Me nec femina, nec puer

Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui, Nec certare juvat mero,

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. Sed cur, heu ! Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacryma per genas? Cur facunda

parum

decoro Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ? Nocturnis ego fomniis

Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequer Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.

His House, embosom'd in the Grove,

Sacred to social life and social love, Shall glitter o'er the pendent green,

Where Thames reflects the visionary scene : Thither, the filver-founding lyres

Shall call the smiling Loves, and young Defires; There, ev'ry Grace and Muse shall throng,

Exalt the dance, or animate the song ; There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay,

Shall hail the rising, close the parting day. With me, alas ! those joys are o'er ;

For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire,

The ftill-believing, still renew'd desire ; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl,

And all the kind Deceivers of the foul ! But why? ah tell me, ah too dear!

Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear? Why words so flowing, thoughts so free,

Stop or turn nonsense, at one glance of thée ?. Thee, prest in Fancy's airy beam,

Absent I follow thro' th' extended Dream ; Now, now I seize, I clasp thy charms,

And now you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms ; And swiftly shoot along the Mall,

Or softly glide by the Canal, Now shown by Cynthia's filver ray,

And now, on rolling waters snatch'd away.

E forte credas interitura, quae

Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum
Non ante vulgatas per artes

Verba loquor sociada chordis ;

Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet
Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent
Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces

Stefichorique graves Camenae :

Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon,
Delevit aetas : fpirat adhuc amor,
Vivuntque commiffi calores

Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi ; fed omnes illacrymabiles
Urguentur ignotique longa

Nocte, carent quia vate facro.