O happy thrice, and thrice again!

Who without breach ftill hug the pleasing chain;

Nor ever any bick'ring ftrife

Can part them till the laft extreme of life.

ODE

O DE

XIV.

AD REM PUBLICAM BELLUM CIVILE RE

PARANTEM,

O Navis, referent in mare te novi
Fluctus, ô quid agis? fortiter occupa
Portum, nonne vides ut

Nudum remigio latus;

Et malus celeri faucius Africo,

Antennæque gemant? ac fine funibus
Vix durare carinæ
Poffint imperiofius

Æquor? non tibi funt integra lintea,
Non dii, quos iterum preffa voces malo,
Quamvis Pontica pinus,

Sylvæ filia nobilis,

Jactes & genus, & nomen inutile,
Nil pictis timidus navita puppibus
Fidit, tu, nifi ventis
Debes ludibrium, cave,

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་

O fhip, new floods of ftrife shall bear thee back to the main again. Oh! what are you about? Firmly poffefs the port. Do you not fee that your fides are defpoiled of oars, and your maft wounded by the rapid fouth, and your fail-yards crack; and your keel can scarce endure, without ropes, the billows more boiftrous than ordinary! Your canvas is not whole; nor are there Gods, whom oppreffed with ill-hap you may again invoke, notwithstanding you are of the pines of

Pontus

TO THE REPUBLIC OF ROME, ON THE
RENEWAL OF THE CIVIL WAR.

NEW floods of ftrife that fwell the main,
Oship, shall bring thee out again;
O wherefore venture? 'tis your fort
To keep your station in the port.
Do not you see your fides bereft,
Till not a fingle oar is left,

And, wounded by the rapid blast,

Groan the crack'd fail-yards and the mast?
Nor are there fcarcely farther hopes,
old keel, defpoil'd of ropes,

That your

Can longer hold it out to brave
The fury of th' impetuous wave.
Thy canvas is no longer tight,
Nor Gods to fue in evil plight,
Tho' once a Pontic pine you ftood,
And daughter of a noble wood,

May'st boast a vain defcent and form -
The tim'rous feaman in a ftorm

Trufts not in painted planks-be warn'd,

Left by the hiffing winds you're scorn'd.

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Pontus, and being the daughter of a famous wood, you boaft

a descent and name of no use to you. puts no confidence in painted fterns. felf, left you owe a day of sport to the

The timorous feaman Have a care of yourwinds. O lately my

wearifome

Nuper follicitum quæ mihi tædium,

Nunc defiderium, curaque non levis,

Interfufa nitentes

Vites æquora Cycladas.

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wearifome folicitude, and even now my defire, and no trivial care, mayeft thou avoid those feas, which are intermingled with the fhining Cyclades.

*

• Ilands in the Archipelago, which made the navigation very dangerous.

ODE

Late my

vexation and my care,

Still my defire and conftant pray'r,
Yet may'ft thou from those isles be free
That glifter in th' Ionian fea.

ODE