EXERCISE XII.

"Eheu! fugaces, Posthume, Posthume,
Labuntur anni."

I.

Live distrustfulk of happy youth,
O Crispus Lævinius: the months' fly
On rapid wings2m: and the sky (is) too

Swift in revolutions."

II.

What (one) hour hath given you with lavish right-hand (Another) hour will snatch away with lying left-hand : Like a mother tantalizing? in-sports her

Tender nursling.

III.

Inconstant and uncertain casualtiesTM

Holds empiret [over] mortal life:

Nearing" the goal the rapid-course of fleeting

Time hastens on.

IV.

The ruler of the world bestows on all the seasons
Wings, to be urged through empty (space):
Part still lies in the nest, and grows for

Future years.

k Metuens with gen. 1 Lunæ. m Volatus. a Lubricus volvi.

P Fallo. q Jocosus.

I Rerum casus. s Perf.

t Regna.

• More, with gen.

u Imminens.,

EXERCISE XIII.

"Mitte civiles super Urbe curas."

I.

Why do we long aim wishes (2) with a treacherous
Bow that-strikes the (1) idle2 clouds?

Or why do we delay to lay aside too

Troublesome cares?

II.

Begone, O biting cares, begone far:

Helicon with its famousa shrubberiesb calls me:
Me the sacred grove of laurel, and musical

Cave of Phocis.

III.

O where are the soft shades of Helicon,

O where Cydnus, and, dark with violets,

The peak of the Thespian rock, and streams of

The sounding Pindus?

IV.

What Aquilo shall bear3 me to your recesses,

Or what Zephyr on winged car,

And placed me by the cool streams

Of Cirrha?

V.

You represent2f to me Rome, and the Temples"

Propped by a hundred1 Phrygian1 blocks :h
You (represent to me) the Aventine grove, and streams
Of Latin Tiber.

VI.

Here where virgin waves falli on smooth

Moss; and with crystal mouth3
Clitumnus brawls,2 and Arnus

VII.

Here at the grove of Empusa, and the verdant
Bank of Æsar, the breeze3 fond of flowers
Playing opposes the currentm of the

Sportive wave.

VIII.

Here is a gentle warmth of air, here grace,
Here splendour-of-scenery," and a finer-sky :o
Here joys flow in full

Streams.

IX.

Here (is) polished wit, and ready smiles:
Here light sportiveness: and beauteous!
Graces bring baskets" full of

Gathereds flowers.t

X.

Here to me the seven hills of Romulus

Shine better, and the light" winds

Breathe more gently over the cool heightsTM

Of sloping Tibur.

XI.

O glory of the sacred hill, O master

Deity, O minstrel of the Grecian Muse,

Phœbus, if it hath pleased you wandering to leave

Beloved Cynthus:

XII.

Come hither as a witness of my long repose:

Repose my white locks demand:

And old age relaxing with exhaustion

EXERCISE XIV.

AD VILLAM.

1.

O guardian of the sacred rock and the sea,
Villa, home of Nymphs and neighbouring
Doris, once eminently the glory of Kings
And (their) delight;

II.

Now only a rest for my Muses,

As often as I leave4b the hated complaints of the City, And the little-trusted tides of

Popular favour.c

III.

You give me solitary recesses of groves,
And laurels clinging amidd shady

Rocks; you open fountains, and caves

Loved by Muses.

IV.

You (are) to me ase Helicon and the lawns 2

Of moist1 Phocis, and the grove of (3) Thespian rock Dark with ivy and Pindus with

Snowy peak.

V.

Go, slave, bring from (2) the nearest column

The harp, companion of (1) my gentle toil :

Bring flowers too: let all care

Withdraw far from me!

VI.

Let Fame, stalking through the wide earth,
Extol3 the glory of my Prince, and his praises,
Where the sun rising and setting whirls

His reins.

a Una.

b Plur. c Aura.

d Per. e Quales.

f Primus.

VII.

And where unknowng nations and cities
Helice condemns to eternal hoar-frosts:
And where heaps of burning sand

Auster scatters.

VIII.

He, respectingh the increasing years
Of the poet, representingi an ancient linek
Of descent, illustrious race, and the name

Of powerful ancestors,

IX.

Has himself bestowed gifts2 with no sparing hand,

And stimulated youth,

Affording woods and leisure

For the Muses.

EXERCISE XV.

"Sperat infestis, metuit secundis

Alteram sortem."-HORACE.

I.

Whether the breeze shall bear you on a soft wing,
Or toss you on furious waves,

Conquer Fortune, Publius, and elude her through
Varied resources."

II.

Does she smile ?o turn-away your face with-pride :P
Does she weep? look-back¶ with a fond smile:
In any turmoil learn to be alone, and