ODE VIII.-TO BARINE * HORACE denies that the oath of Barine should induce him t believe her; for the gods never punished the perjuries of beauties. Ir e'er th' insulted powers had shed But when, perfidious, you engage It thrives with thee to be forsworn Yes; Venus laughs, the nymphs with smiles, Fierce Cupid whets his burning darts, 5 10 15 20 * The gallantry of this ode is of a very particular kind. The poet pays such compliments to Barine's beauty as are almost worth a woman's perjury to deserve; especially when every new instance of deceiving gives a new charm. 4 The ancients believed that a lie was always attended with some immediate punishment,-the loss of a tooth, a blister on the tongue, &c. And they, who swore to break thy chain, ODE IX.-TO VALGIUS.* HORACE Comforts his friend for the loss of his son. NOR everlasting rain deforms The squalid fields, nor endless storms, My Valgius for his son complains, 25 30 5 10 To know how to comfort the afflicted is a talent which few people possess, while every one is willing to make trial of his skill. But indeed it were better in losses that are without remedy to talk to the heart than the understanding; for motives of consolation, which are most natural and obvious, are fre quently more successful than the gravest maxims of morality, and the most curious refinements of reason. Such is the method of Horace in comforting a father afflicted for the death of a son whom he tenderly loved. He does not condemn his grief, but proposes to him to stop the continuance of it, or at least to suspend its course. It is not difficult to ascertain the date of this ode. The two last strophes show that it was writ ten in 734, the year after Augustus's Armenian expedition.-San. 4 Armenia is surrounded with mountains continually covered with snow. The nature of the soil which is impregnated with salt, contributes to the coldness of the climate, nor is it un common to see frost and snow there in the month of June.San. When Vesper lifts his ev'ning ray, Not for his son the Grecian sage, ODE X.-TO LICINIUS MURENA.* 15 20 25 THE poet advises Licinius to moderate his desires, and to main tain an evenness of temper. LICINIUS, Would you live with ease, *Licinius was a young man of an ardent, restless, and ambitious spirit. He had ruined his fortune in the civil wars, when his brother Proculeius, with an uncommon generosity, divided. his patrimony with him and Terentius. But a state of depen dance and mediocrity was by no means suited to his humour and having engaged himself in a conspiracy against Augustus he was banished, and afterward put to death, notwithstanding all the interest of Proculeius and Mæcenas, who had married his sister Terentia. Horace, who knew his temper, lays down some general rules for his conduct, but without any application which could either disoblige or injure him. The sentiments of this ode are entirely moral, but enlivened by different metaphors and animated by different comparisons; for if morality be not treated with art and spirit, it will disgust by its dryness, or grow tedious by its length.-San. The man, within the golden mean, The palace falls with heavier weight, 5 10 And when from heaven the lightning flies, 15 If Jove the winter's horrors bring, The silent muse, and wake the lyre: When fortune, various goddess, lowers, 20 25 Collect your strength, exert your powers; 30 Be wise, and furl your swelling sail. ODE XI.-TO QUINTIUS HIRPINUS.* HORACE endeavours to divert the mind of Quintius to a taste for gayety and enjoyment. Be not anxious, friend, to know The design of this ode is well supported. The opening is serious, but the scene grows lively by degrees, and the two actors at the end are seated in a rural arbour near a river's side calling for wine and music.-San. What intends the Scythian's pride, Who shall from the passing stream 5 10 15 20 25 Quench our wine's Falernian flame? Who the vagrant wanton bring, 30 Mistress of the lyric string, 11 Nothing is less durable than flowers in spring; nothing more changeable than the moon; yet these are the best images of human life. Why then should creatures, by nature formed to morta.y, fatigue themselves with endless and uncertain projects? From these grand principles a cheerful enjoyment of the present hour is a conclusion not unworthy of an Epicurean moralist. Torr. an. |