THE SECOND EPODE OF HORACE. How happy in his low degree, Nor drums difturb his morning fleep, Nor fears the dangers of the deep. The clamours of contentious law, And court and ftate, he wifely fhuns, Nor brib'd with hopes, nor dar'd with awe, To fervile falutations runs; But either to the clafping vine Does the fupporting poplar wed, Or with his pruning-hook disjoin 5 10 15 20 Unbearing branches from their head, And grafts more happy in their stead : Or, climbing to a hilly steep, He views his herds in vales afar, Or fheers his overburden'd fheep, Or mead for cooling drink Of virgin honey in the jars. Or, in the now declining year, prepares, When bounteous Autumn rears his head, He joys to pull the ripen'd pear, And cluftring grapes with purple spread. The faireft of his fruit he ferves, Priapus, thy rewards: Sylvanus too his part deferves, Whofe care the fences guards. Sometimes beneath an ancient oak, Or on the matted grafs he lies: No god of Sleep he need invoke; The ftream, that o'er the pebbles flies, The golden fleep prolong. But when the blaft of winter blows, And hoary froft inverts the year, Into the naked woods he goes, And feeks the tufky boar to rear, 25 30. 35 40 45 With well-mouth'd hounds and pointed fpear! Or spreads his fubtle nets from fight, No anxious care invades his health, Nor wicked avarice of wealth. Will fire for winter nights provide, And then produce her dairy ftore, And unbought dainties of the poor; Not oyfters of the Lucrine lake And hither waft the coftly dish. 50 55 60 65 70 75 Not heath pout, or the rarer bird, Which Phafis or Ionia yields, Bear on their necks the loosen'd yoke : upon That fit around his chearful hearth, And bodies fpent in toil renew With wholesome food and country mirth. 95 This Morecraft faid within himself, Refolv'd to leave the wicked town: And live retir'd upon He call'd his money in; his own, But the prevailing love of pelf, Soon fplit him on the former shelf, He put it out again. 104 END OF VOL. II. |