The Fifth Ode of Horace. Lib. I.|
|Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa, Rendred almost word for word with-|
out Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as near as the Language will
WHAT slender Youth bedew'd with liquid odours|
Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave,
Pyrrha for whom bindst thou
In wreaths thy golden Hair,
Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he
On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted shall admire:
Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold,
Who alwayes vacant, alwayes amiable
Hopes thee; of flattering gales
Unmindfull. Hapless they
To whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me in my vow'd
Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern God of Sea.
Beeching, Rev. H. C., ed. The Poetical Works of John Milton.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1900. 82.
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