ENUS, dost thou renew a fray I am not such as in the reign Sweet Love's sour mother, him to school, A bosom apt for love and young desire Come, borne by bright-wing'd swans, and thus Revel in the house of Paulus Maximus; Since, noble, and of graces choice, For troubled clients voluble of voice, And lord of countless arts, afar Will he advance the banners of thy war. And when he shall with smiles behold His native charms eclipse his rival's gold, ODE I. THE PAINS OF LOVE. ALTERED FROM BEN JONSON. ENUS, dost thou renew a fray I am not such as in the reign Of the good Cinara I was. Refrain, Sweet Love's sour mother, him to school, tres ten have harden'd to thy rule, behests; and hie thee where to thee with many a fondling prayer! -if thou seek to fire t for love and young desire- Ivance the banners of thy war. He will thyself in marble rear, Beneath a cedarn roof near Alba's mere. There shall thy dainty nostril take Shall youths and tender maidens sing thy praise; The ground in cadence with their ivory feet. Delights, nor credulous hope of mutual joy ; Nor with dew-dropping flowers to bind my brows. Flow my thin tears down these poor cheeks of mine? With an uncomely silence fails my tongue? Or Tiber's rolling streams, I follow thee. |