V. ELEGIAC AND LYRIC METRES. 741. Wilt thou my true friend be? Then love not mine, but me. 742. He who hath suffer'd shipwreck fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale. 743. When all birds else do of their music fail, Money's the still sweet-singing nightingale. 744. When one is past, another care we have: Thus woe succeeds to woe, as wave to wave. 745. Conquer we shall, but we must first contend; 'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end. . 746. Two parts of us successively command: The tongue in peace, but then in war the hand. 747. Lie heavy on him, earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee. 748. Each must in virtue strive for to excel: That man lives twice who lives the first life well. 749. How rich a man is, all desire to know; But none inquires if good he be, or no. 750. While leanest beasts in pastures feed, The fattest ox the first must bleed. 751. For sooth I may this sentence tell, No man dies ill that liveth well. 752. Wash clean the vessel, lest ye sour Whatever liquor in ye pour. 753. Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat. 754. Dear Perenna, prithee come, And with smallage deck my tomb; With a tear, and so adieu. 755. Hesperie lateri redimicula nectit eburno, 757. Lay by the good a while; a resting field Trees this year bear; next, they their wealth with hold; Continual reaping makes a land wax old. 758. Let not thy tombstone e'er be laid by me, Nor let my hearse be wept upon by thee; One knell be rung for both, and let one grave 759. All things decay with time: the forest sees 760. Græcia bellorum longa succussa ruina Concidit, immodice viribus usa suis. Fama manet; fortuna perit; cinis ipse jacentis Exigua ingentis retinet vestigia famæ ; 761. After thy labour, take thine ease But if so be that men will not 762. Fly to my mistress, pretty pilf'ring bee, And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me; 763. Mighty Neptune, may it please Thee, the rector of the seas, Offer'd up with thanks to thee. 764. Oh, turn thy bow! Thy power we feel and know; Fair Cupid, turn away thy bow! Bring ladies all their sorrows; And till there be more truth in men, 765. Delos, jam stabili revincta terra, Et moto levis hinc et inde vento 766. Store of courage to me grant, my shield Help me, so that I Do but this, and there shall be 767. Tu qui secura procedis mente, parumper Siste gradum, quæso, verbaque pauca lege. Nec pro me queror hoc: morte est mihi tristior ipsa 768. Sweet western wind, whose luck it is, To give Perenna's lips a kiss, And fan her wanton hair; Bring me but one, I'll promise thee, Instead of common showers, Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me, 769. Maidens tell me I am old; Ill it fits old men to play When that death bids come away 770. Roses at first were white, Till they could not agree Whether my Sappho's breast But being vanquished quite, 771. Quæ te sub tenera rapuere, Poeta, juventa, 772. Shall I go to Love, and tell Thou art all turn'd icicle ? Shall I say his altars be Disadorn'd and scorn'd by thee? 773. With horns and with hounds I waken the day, I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon, And chase the wild goats o'er summits of rocks; sky, And echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry. 774. Urns and odours bring away y! Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Our dole more deadly looks than dying; Balms, and gums, and heavy cheers, And clamours through the wild air flying! |