Perfect your bliss If some fair miss Love you yourself and not your minæ; All vainly court The beauteous, polyandrous Phryne! TO THE SHIP OF STATE O SHIP of state, Shall new winds bear you back upon the sea? What are you doing? Seek the harbor's lee Ere 't is too late! Do you bemoan Your side was stripped of oarage in the blast? Swift Africus has weakened, too, your mast; The sailyards groan. Of cables bare, Your keel can scarce endure the lordly wave. Your sails are rent; you have no gods to save, Or answer pray'r. Though Pontic pine, The noble daughter of a far-famed wood, The sailor there In painted sterns no reassurance finds; My grief erewhile, But now my care-my longing! shun the seas That flow between the gleaming Cyclades, Each shining isle. QUITTING AGAIN 357 QUITTING AGAIN THE hero of Affairs of love By far too numerous to be mentioned, It seemeth time That I were mustered out and pensioned. So on this wall I hang, and dedicate to Venus; But one thing more Ere all is at an end between us. O goddess fair Who reignest where The weather's seldom bleak and snowy, In anger scourge My old cantankerous sweetheart, Chloe! SAILOR AND SHADE SAILOR You, who have compassed land and sea, Now all unburied lie; All vain your store of human lore, Who taught as truth that he, forsooth, A last night comes alike to all; Or fields with corpses red. Whate'er our deeds, that pathway leads To regions of the dead. SHADE The fickle twin Illyrian gales You all unharmed shall be; Bring evil to your race? Oh, rather fear that like me here So, though you be in proper haste, Bide long enough, I pray, To give me, friend, what boon shall send My soul upon its way! LET US HAVE PEACE IN maudlin spite let Thracians fight Should never brawl and bicker! TO QUINTUS DELLIUS These angry words and clashing swords Aha, 't is fine,-this mellow wine I see you blush,-nay, comrades, hush! O wretched youth! and is it truth I, doting dunce, courted her once; TO QUINTUS DELLIUS BE tranquil, Dellius, I pray; Where the white poplar and the pine Bid them bring store of nard and wine Let's live while chance and youth obtain; And all your earthly pride and gain 359 One ghostly boat shall some time bear Shall waft and leave its burden where So come, I prithee, Dellius mine; In that sequestered nook Where the white poplar and the pine POKING FUN AT XANTHIAS Or your love for your handmaid you need feel no shame. Don't apologize, Xanthias, pray; Remember, Achilles the proud felt a flame Old Telamon's son, fiery Ajax, was moved And Atrides, suspending the feast, it behooved To gather a girl to his arms. Now, how do you know that this yellow-haired maid (This Phyllis you fain would enjoy) Hasn't parents whose wealth would cast you in the shade,Who would ornament you, Xan, my boy? Very likely the poor chick sheds copious tears, And is bitterly thinking the while Of the royal good times of her earlier years, It won't do at all, my dear boy, to believe |