Scilicet ingenuum cor Fama, novissimus error

Illa animi majoris, uti calcaribus urget

Spernere delicias ac dedi rebus agendis. Quanquam-exoptatam jam spes attingere dotem;

:

Jam nec opinata remur splendescere flamma :-
Cæca sed invisa cum forfice venit Erinnys,
Quæ resecet tenui hærentem subtemine vitam.

"At Famam non illa," refert, tangitque trementes Phoebus Apollo aures. "Fama haud, vulgaris ad

instar

Floris, amat terrestre solum, fictosque nitores

Queis inhiat populus, nec cum Rumore patescit.

Vivere dant illi, dant increbrescere late

Puri oculi ac vox summa Jovis, cui sola Potestas.

Fecerit ille semel de facto quoque virorum

Arbitrium: tantum famæ manet æthera nactis."

Fons Arethusa! sacro placidus qui laberis alveo, Frontem vocali prætextus arundine, Minci!

Sensi equidem gravius carmen. Nunc cetera pastor

But now my oat proceeds,

And listens to the herald of the sea

That came in Neptune's plea ;

He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds,

What hard mishap had doomed this gentle swain?

And questioned every gust of rugged wings,

That blows from off each beaked promontory:

They knew not of his story,

And sage Hippotades their answer brings,

That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed,

The air was calm, and on the level brine

Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark

Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark,

That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.

Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge, Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge ?"

Exsequor. Adstat enim missus pro rege marino, Seque rogâsse refert fluctus, ventosque rapaces,

Quæ sors dura nimis tenerum rapuisset agrestem. Compellasse refert alarum quicquid ab omni Spirat, acerba sonans, scopulo, qui cuspidis instar Prominet in pelagus; fama haud pervenerat illuc. Hæc ultro pater Hippotades responsa ferebat:

"Nulli sunt nostro palati carcere venti.

Straverat æquor aquas, et sub Jove compta sereno
Lusum exercebat Panope nymphæque sorores.

Quam Furiæ struxere per interlunia, leto
Fetam ac fraude ratem,-malos velarat Erinnys,—
Credas in mala tanta caput mersisse sacratum."
Proximus huic tardum senior se Camus agebat;

Cui setosa chlamys, cui pileus ulva: figuris
Idem intertextus dubiis erat, utque cruentos
Quos perhibent flores, inscriptus margine luctum.

"Nam quis," ait, "prædulce meum me pignus

ademit ?"

Last came, and last did go,

The pilot of the Galilean lake,

Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain

(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake :
"How well could I have spared for thee, young swain,
Enow of such as for their bellies' sake

Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold!
Of other care they little reckoning make,
Than how to scramble at the shearer's feast,
And shove away the worthy bidden guest;

Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold

A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least
That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs!
What recks it them? What need they? They are
sped;

And when they list, their lean and flashy songs
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw;
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,
But swollen with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:
Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw

Daily devours apace, and nothing said.

Post hos, qui Galilæa regit per stagna carinas,

Post hos venit iturus: habet manus utraque

clavim,

(Queis aperit clauditque) auro ferrove gravatam. Mitra tegit crines; quassis quibus, acriter infit: "Scilicet optassem pro te dare corpora leto

Sat multa, o juvenis: quot serpunt ventribus acti, Vi quot iter faciunt spretis in ovilia muris.

Hic labor, hoc opus est, pecus ut tondente magistro
Præripiant epulas, trudatur dignior hospes.

Capti oculis, non ore! pedum tractare nec ipsi
Norunt; quotve bonis sunt upilionibus artes.
Sed quid enim refert, quove est opus, omnia nactis ?
Fert ubi mens, tenue ac deductum carmen avenam
Radit stridentem stipulis. Pastore negato

Suspicit ægra pecus: vento gravis ac lue tracta
Tabescit; mox foeda capit contagia vulgus.

Quid dicam, stabulis ut clandestinus oberrans
Expleat ingluviem tristis lupus, indice nullo?