O tread in Virtue's happy Road,

True to your felf, and to your God:
To him perpetual Homage give,
And live to him, by whom you live.
No vicious Course your Youth engage,
To treasure Sorrow for your Age:
That none, by Blood or Love ally'd,
Have cause to wish you now had dy'd:
That each one who your Worth furveys,
May bless the lengthning of your Days.
'Tis well if all your coming Years
May pay a Father for his Tears;

If Joy that from your Welfare flows,
May recompence a Mother's Woes.

HORACE, ODE XV. BOOK I.

I.

S faithlefs Paris plough'd his liquid Way,

A Pleas'd and tranfported with his beauteous

Sudden the Winds forgot to blow,

[Prey;

And an ungrateful Calm made the dull Waves move

[flow: While Nereus, Prophet of unwelcome Truth,

Dash'd the proud exulting Youth

With threaten'd Vengeance, and impending Woe.

II.

With adverse Signs You bear Her home in vain,

Whom Greece united fhall restore again,

[Priam's Reign! Greece, fworn to blast your Joys, and end old

III.

See Thou, the hateful Cause of all,

What Judgments Troy's unhappy Sons befall!
Behold, the furious Hofts engage,

And Death in all his Horrors rage!

See

See War's grim Goddess rush into the Field!

See nod her plumy Crest, and gleam her dreadful

IV.

In vain, too confident of Venus near,

[Shield!

Shall you in Ringlets bind your flowing Hair; In vain shall you awake the filent String, While Virgins grow enamour'd as you fing; Refign'd to Softness, fhun in vain

The Terrors of th' embattled Plain,

The winged Shaft, the rapid Spear,
And all the dire Confufion of the War:

At length the Vengeance due fhall come,
At length! but ah! too late, thy Doom!
Inglorious Dust shall then that Hair o'erspread,
And Shame eternal rest on thy adult'rous Head.

V.

See'ft not Vlyffes, nor the Pylian Sage?
Bane of thy Country! eager to engage

Teucer

Teucer and Sthenelus excite thy Fear,

Expert alike, to ftand the Shock of War,
Or with an even Rein to guide the flying Carr.
On Thee shall swarthy Merion prove his Might:
But, lo! Tydides, burning for the Fight,
From Rank to Rank with rapid Fury flies,
And feeks for Paris with revengeful Eyes.
Him Thou shalt fly, ftruck with a cold Despair,
Not this you promis'd your deluded Fair!
So, when the Wolf from far appears,

The Stag refumes his wonted Fears,
Panting he leaves his Food behind,

And vies in Swiftnefs with the Wind.

A-while Pelides fhall delay

The fad, avenging, fatal Day,

That fees the Dardans' latest Hopes expire,

And Ilium whelm'd beneath a Flood of Fire.

ODE

ODE upon CHRIST's Crucifixion.

E

From the Greek.

Nough of Pagan idle Toys;

Change the Strings and raise the Voice,

To facred Notes the Lyre apply'd,

Hail the King! the Crucify'd!

Of Wonders thou eternal Store!
O what first shall I explore?

Fain would I fcan, fain would I tell

Mysteries unspeakable

By Man or Spirits blest on high
How the living God could die!

I'll tell of Love to Creatures' Sight

Fathomless and infinite.

His well-lov'd Son the Father chose

Bleeding Ransom for his Foes!

I'll