On the Tibur Road Author:Horace Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO BARINE THAT SHE IS A MONSTROUS IJAE Vila si iuris.—II.8 Barine, had there aught of harm Befallen thee from broken vow,— Hadst thou but lost a single ... more »charm, Less fair become in eye or brow,— I might believe thee now. But thou, as soon as thou dost stake Thy head with some perfidious prayer, More lovely yet thy form dost make, To all the youth a toast more rare, Thy fatal face more fair! Yea, by thy buried mother's shade It only profits thee to lie; And thou hast flouted, unafraid, The speechless stars in all the sky, And gods that never die. And Venus' self at this has laughed; The simple Nymphs will laugh, I say; And Cupid, too, whose fiery shaft TO BARINE On his blood-dripping stone alway He whets day after day. Add one count more: there ever grow Still other youths, all slaves for thee! While yet no earlier victims go,— None from their impious mistress flee, Whate'er their threat'nings be! All mothers dread thee for their boys; And old men fear thee, misers grown; And piteous brides, on whose new joys But once thy deadly breath has blown, To make them all thine own. TO LYDIA THAT SHE IS RECONCILED Donee grains eram.—III.9 HORACE While dear to thee I still remained, Nor any other youth more favored pressed His arms around thy gleaming neck, more blest Than any Persian king I reigned. Lydia When thou didst feel no other flame, Nor Chloe was o'er Lydia preferred, Not more of Roman Ilia was heard, And Lydia was the one bright name. Horace 'Tis Thracian Chloe rules me now; Sweet music she hath learned and knows the lyre. So she might live, I'd gladly mount the pyre, Would fate but spare her to my vow. Lydia A mutual love inflames me now And Thurian Calais, born of noble sire; Twice o'er for him I'd gladly mou...« less