To Jove the flocks which great kings sway, This man may plant in broader lines In worth, in fame, a third outshines His mates; or, thronged with clients, claims Precedence. Even-handed Fate Hath but one law for small and great: That ample urn holds all men's names. He o'er whose doomed neck hangs the sword Unsheathed, the dainties of the South Shall lack their sweetness in his mouth : No note of bird or harpsichord Shall bring him Sleep. Yet Sleep is kind, Nor scorns the huts of laboring men; The bank where shadows play, the glen Of Tempe dancing in the wind. He, who but asks "Enough," defies Wild waves to rob him of his ease; When hailstones lash his vines, or fails - In straitened seas the fish are pent; The Master. Yet shall Fear and Hate Climb where the Master climbs: nor e'er From the armed trireme parts black Care; He sits behind, the horseman's mate. And if red marble shall not ease The heartache; nor the shell that shines Star-bright; nor all Falernum's vines, All scents that charmed Achæmenes: Why should I rear me halls of rare Valor to souls too great for death Heaven opening-treads the untrodden way: And this dull world, this damp cold clay, On wings of scorn, abandoneth. Let too the sealed lip honored be. The babbler, who'd the secrets tell Where I dwell; shall not launch with me A shallop. Heaven full many a time Book III., ODE 3. The just man's single-purposed mind. That keep the seas in wild unrest; Nor bolt by Jove's own finger hurled : The fragments of a shivered world Would crash round him still self-possest. Jove's wandering son reached, thus endowed, Honored for this, by tigers drawn Rode Bacchus, reining necks before To the pleased gods had Juno said. "The day Laomedon ignored His god-pledged word, resigned to me Her people, and their traitor lord. "Now the Greek woman's guilty guest "And, long drawn out by private jars, The war sleeps. Lo! my wrath is o'er: And him the Trojan vestal bore (Sprung of that hated line) to Mars, "To Mars restore I. His be rest In halls of light: by him be drained The nectar bowl, his place obtained In the calm companies of the blest. "While betwixt Rome and Ilion raves "Are trod by kine, and she-wolves breed "Wide-feared, to far-off climes be borne "The buried secret of the mine, (Best left there) let her dare to spurn, Nor unto man's base uses turn Profane hands laying on things divine. "Earth's utmost end, where'er it be, "But, to the warriors of Rome, Tied by this law, such fates are willed; That they seek never to rebuild, Too fond, too bold, their grandsires' home. "With darkest omens, deadliest strife, "Thrice let Apollo rear the wall Of brass; and thrice my Greeks shall hew The fabric down: thrice matrons rue In chains their sons', their husbands' fall." Ill my light lyre such notes beseem. Stay, Muse; nor, wayward still, rehearse Sayings of Gods in meager verse That may but mar a mighty theme, Book III., ODE 5. Jove we call King, whose bolts rive heaven; In Cæsar, with whose power the Celt Could Crassus' men wed alien wives, And greet, as sons-in-law, the foe? 'Neath the Mede's sway? They, Marsians and Apulians shields and rank and name Forgot, and that undying flame And Jove still reign, and Rome still stand? This thing wise Regulus could presage: He brooked not base conditions; he The ruin of a coming age: "No," cried he, "let the captives die, Spare not. I saw Rome's ensigns hung In Punic shrines; with sabers, flung Down by Rome's sons ere blood shed. I "Saw our free citizens with hands Fast pinioned; and, through portals now "Bought by our gold, our men will fight "True Valor, from her seat once thrust, "His life to foes who spoke a lie : And his sword shatter Carthage yet, A sluggard soul, that feared to die! |