III. Crosiers for lordly priests provide, A tankard and a luncheon: Verses and odes without good cheer Sure he who meager days devis'd Suum cuique proprium dat Natura munus, IV. When I exhaust the bowl profound He that would write like Homer, CANTILENA. IV. Non Tales versus facio quale vinum bibo, possum scribere nisi sumpto cibo; Nihil valet penitùs quod jejunus scribo, Nasonem post calices facilè præibo. Mysteries and prophetic truths, Without a flagon of good wine Can preach like an Archbishop. CANTILENA. V. Mihi nunquàm spiritus prophetiæ datur Nisi cùm fuerit venter benè satur: Cùm in arce cerebri Bacchus dominatur In me Phoebus irruit ac miranda fatur. SONG. TO CHLOE kind and CHLOE fair, With sparkling eye and flowing hair, Tune the harp, and raise the song; Such as to Beauty doth belong! Let the strain be sweet and clear; Such as through the listening ear, In well according harmony, May with the 'tranced soul agree! She is Pleasure's blooming Queen: In the morn more fresh her mien, When awaken'd from repose, Than the summer's dewy rose: In the ev'ning brighter far Than the ocean-bathed star. |