OF thou in thy Liburnians go Amid the bulwark'd galleys of the foe, All Cæsar's dangers as thine own to share, Seek ease, not sweet, unless 'tis shared by thee? Thy toils, as men of gallant heart should bear? Scale by thy side, or Caucasus the bleak; Into the farthest ocean of the West. And shouldst thou ask, how I could aid The bird more dreads by snakes to be bereft, Than if she brooded on her nest, Although she could not thus their doom arrest. Of Tusculum, by Circe's walls, Wealth either, like old Chremes in the play, To hide in earth; or fool, like spendthrift heir, away! EPODE II. ALPHIUS. APPY the man, in busy schemes unskill'd, Who, living simply, like our sires of old, Tills the few acres, which his father till'd, Vex'd by no thoughts of usury or gold; The shrilling clarion ne'er his slumber mars, The tender vine-shoots, budding into life, Or in some valley, up among the hills, Watches his wandering herds of lowing kine, Or fragrant jars with liquid honey fills, Or when Autumnus o'er the smiling land Graff'd on the stem, they're weighing to the ground; |