Part 3
Ode 11. l. 4.
To Sigismundus Laetus.
_Hee Commends the despising of vaine-glory, and silence._
Od. 11. Lib. 4.
Laete, quid cassis sequimur fugacem Gloriam telis? fugit illa Mauri More, vel Parthi, regeritque ab ipso Vulnera tergo. Hospes unius negat esse tecti Garrulus vulgi favor: hic inani Aure rumores legit, inde veris Falsa remiscet.
Why fleeting glory follow wee, _Laetus_, with weapons all in vaine? When like a Moore, or Parthian, shee Flyes at her backe with wounded Trayne. The Talking-peoples love, denyes Under one roofe a guest to fix: With's empty care, one takes up lyes, And them with truths, doth subt'ly mix,
Hic velut nidum positurus haesit, Mox ubi vano vacuum tumultu Pectus illusit, tacitis in altum Subsilit alis, Vera laus sciri fugit. ipse pulcher Se sua Titan prohibet videri Luce: qui totus potuit latere, Major habetur.
Another sticks, and thinkes to build His nest: but when he plainly sees His empty breast with noise beguild, Aloft with silent wings, hee flees. True praise would not be knowne; the Sun Forbids from being seen below By his own light: and hee that can Ecclipse himselfe, doth brighter show.
Qui premit sacram taciturnitate Pectoris gazam; bene non silenti Tutus in vulgo bene suspicaci Regnat in aula. Praeterit mutas bene cymba ripas; Quae simul raucis strepuere saxis, In latus cautam sapiens memento Avertere proram.
Hee that in silence, of his mind The sacred Treasury containes; Safety i'th' vulgar noyse doth find: In's doubtfull Court, and wisely raignes. Still banks thy Pinnace well may passe. But when with hoarse rocks they do roare, Remember wisely to forecast And turn't aside with wary Oare.
_Ad Ianum Libinium._
Solitudinem suam excusat.
_Ode 12. Lib 4._
To Ianus Libinius.
_Hee excuses his retyrednesse._
_Ode 12. Lib. 4._
Quid me latentem sub tenui lare Dudum moretur, cum mihi civium Amica certatim patescant Atria, saepe rogas _Libini_. Me plenus, extra quid cupiam? meo In memet ipsum clausus ab ostio, In se recedentis reviso Scenam animi vacuumq; relustro Vitae theatrum, sollicitus mei Spectator, an quae fabula prodii Matura procedam, & supremo Numinis excipienda plausu. Omnes recenset numen, & approbat Vel culpat actus: quo mea judice Si scena non leve peracta est, Sim populo sine teste felix.
What 'tis detaines me here, and why-- I hide my selfe from every eye. How in so poore a house I spend My houres, y'have often ask'd me, friend; When the free Courts of free-borne men, Fall out, which first shall let me in. I enjoy my selfe, what need I more? Of every sense I lock the dore; And close shut up, a taske I find In the retyring house o'th' mind: The Theatre of my life I view My owne spectator and iudge too-- Whether the tale I first begun In well digested Acts I'ue spun; In every scene, if every clause Goes neatly off, with heav'ns applause: Each Action scan'd, is there set free Or sentenc'd by authoritie-- If there, with _well Done_ I escape, I'me blest without the peoples clap.
Odi loquacis compita gloriae Plebeia: quam cum fama faventibus Evexit auris, saepe misso Invidiae stimulata telo, Aut invidentum territa vocibus, Parum obstinatis & male fortibus Dimittit alis. Illa nudam Plangit humum, lacerosq; saxis Affligit artus. Me melius tegat Privata virtus, & popularia Numquam volaturum per ora Celet iners sine laude tectum. Semota laudem si meruit, vetat Audire virtus. tutius invidi Longinqua miramur: propinquis Laevus amat comes ire Livor.
I hate the common road of praise, Or what the gaping vulgar raise, Which with a pleasant gale a while Fame hurries, but doth soone beguile: Now Envie's sting it feeles, ere long Th'Artillery of some spightfull tongue: Thus chac'd, with weak'ned wings it dyes; Or torne, on the bare ground it lyes. A private fame, a meane house, where I live conceal'd from popular ayre, Best fits my mind, and shelters me: Vertue t'her owne praise deafe should be. Our emulation, things a farre off command, But Envy haunts things that are neere at hand.
_Ad Caesarem Pausilippium._
Adversa constanti animo ferenda esse.
_Ode 13. Lib. 4._
Si quae flent mala lugubres Auferrent oculi, Sidoniisego Mercarer bene lacrymas Gemmis, aut teretum merce monilium, At ceu rore seges viret, Sic crescunt riguis tristia fletibus. Urget lacryma lacrymam; Fecundusq; sui se numerat Dolor. Quem fortuna semel virum Udo degenerem lumine viderit, Illum saepe ferit; mala Terrentur tacito fatae silentio. Ne te, ne tua fleveris Quae tu, care, vocas, _Pausilipi_, mala, Quam pellunt lacrymae, fovent Sortem: dura negant cedere mollibus. Siccas si videat genas, Durae cedet hebes sors patientiae.
To Caesar Pausilippius.
_That adversity is to bee endured with a constant mind._
Ode 13. l. 4.
If mournfull eyes could but prevent The evils they so much lament Sidonian Pearles, or Gems more rare, Would be too cheap for ev'ry teare. But moyst'ned woes grow fresh, and new, As Come besprinkled with the dew. Teare followes teare, and fruitfull griefe Hath from it selfe, its owne reliefe. The man whom Fortune doth espy With drooping spirit, and moyst'ned eye, Shee, often strikes; ill Fate, amaine Runs Scarr'd no notice being ta'ne. Bewayle not then thy selfe, deare friend, Or evills that on thee attend; What they expell, teares cherish oft; Hard things deny to yeild to soft. Mischance is conquered, when she spies A valiant patience with dry eyes.
_Ad Crispum Laevinium._
Rogatus cur saepe per viam caneret, respondet.
_Ode 44. Lib 4._
To Crispus Laevinius.
_Being asked why hee sung so often as hee travailed, hee answers._
_Ode 44. Lib. 4._
Cum meam nullis humeros onustus Sarcinis tecum patriam reviso Laetus, & parvo mihi cumque dives Canto viator. Tu siles moestum: tibi cura Musas Demit, & multi grave pondus auri. Quaeque te quondam male fida rerum Turba relinquet. Dives est qui nil habet; illa tantum Quae potest certa retinere dextra, Seque fert secum vaga quo, migrare Jussit egestas.
As cheerefully I walke with thee, My shoulders from all burdens free. Our native soyle again to see Rich to my selfe I sing, Whil'st care strikes thee, and thy Muse dumb, The heavy weight of thy vast summe, Or what estate in time to come The faithlesse rout may bring. Hee's rich that nothing hath; Hee that In's certaine hand holds his estate, That makes himselfe his constant mate Where need commands him go;
Quid mihi, qui nil cupiam, deesse Possit? umbro si placet una _Pindi_ Vallis: o sacrum nemus, o jocosa Rura Camoena! Quae meos poscet via cunq; gressus, Delphici mecum, mea regna, colles Itis, & fessum comitante circum- Sistitis umbra. Me Gothus saevis religet catenis, Me Scythes captum rapiat; soluta Mente, vobiscum potero tremendos Visere Reges.
What can I want, that nought desire? Then _Pindus_ vale, I reach no higher: O sacred Grove! O pleasant quire In those coole shades below! What paths soe're my steps invite Ye Delphian hills, my sole delight Doe goe with mee; in weary plight, And veyle me with good grace. Let th'_Goth_ his strongest chaines prepare, The _Scythian_ hence mee captive teare, My mind being free with you, I'le stare The Tyrants in the face.
_Ad Munatium._
Nihil in rebus humanis non taedio plenum esse.
_Ode 15. Lib. 4._
To Munatius.
_That nothing in humane affaires is not full of tediousnesse._
Ode 15. l. 4.
Nil est, _Munati_, nil, iterum canam, Mortale, nil est, immedicabilis Immune taedi. Clarus olim Sol proavis atavisque nobis, Parum salubris, nec macula reus Damnatur una; quicquid in arduo Immortale mortales _Olympo_ Vidimus, invidiae caduca Fuscamus umbra. non placet incolis Qui Sol avitis exoritur jugis; Aut prisca quae dudum paternam Luna ferit radiis fenestram.
Nothing _Munatius_, nothing I sing't againe, That's mortall, nothing from th'uncured paine Of tediousnesse is free. The Sun Which bright to our forefathers shone To us, but little healthfull, doth appeare, And though not guilty of one spott, not cleare: Whatsoe're immortall thing we see In high _Olympus_, silly wee Doe over-cast with Envy's shade; here one From his owne native Hills the rising Sun. Disclaimes; or th'ancient Moone, that strikes Her beames through's fathers glasse, dislikes.
Caelo quotannis, & patriis leves Migramus arvis; hunc tepidae vocant Brumae Batavorum, huic aprici Ausoniae placuere soles. Frustra; fideles si dominum retro Morbi sequuntur, nec tacitus Dolor Absistit, aut Veiente curru, Aut Veneta comes ire cymba.
Each yeare we change our ayre, and soyle, so light; Him, _Hollands_ warmer Climate doth invite: Another differs, and doth cry _Ausonia_'s clearer Suns please mee. In vaine all this, if faithfull sicknesses Wait close behind; if secret griefes ne're cease, All's one, whether in Chariot Thou goest, or in Venetian boat.
Tandemque nobis exulibus placent Relicta; certam cui posuit domum Virtus, huic nunquam paternae Fumus erit lacrymosus aulae. Virtus agresti dives in otio Sese ipsa claudit finibus in suis Plerumque, & insonti quietum In palea solium reclinat.
Poore exiles! then, things left doe please us most, Who a sure building can from vertue boast, To him the smoke of's father's Hall Doth never hurt his eyes at all. Vertue oft-times, rich in a rustick ease Confines her selfe to her owne private blisse; And in the guiltlesse straw, her throne With great delight can leane upon.
Ad Iesum Opt. Max.
Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio.
_Indica mihi quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie._
Ode 19. Lib. 4.
Dicebas abiens: Sponsa vale; simul Vicisti liquidis nubila passibus. Longam ducis, Jesu, In desideriis moram. Ardet iam medio summa dies polo, Jam parcit segeti messor, & algidas Pastor cum grege valleis, Et picta volucres petunt. At te quae tacitis destinet otiis O Jesu regio? quis mihi te locus Caecis invidet umbris, Aut spissa nemorum coma? Scirem quo jaceas cespite languidus, Quis ventus gracili praeflet anhelitu, Quis rivus tibi grato Somnum praetereat sono; Ah! ne te nimio murmure suscitent Nostrae diluerent flumina lacrymae, Et suspiria crudis Miscerentur Etesiis.
Out of _Solomon_'s sacred Marriage Song.
CHAP. 1. 7. _Tell mee (o thou whom my soule loveth) where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flocks to rest at noone, &c._ +paraphrastikos+
Od. 19. Lib. 4.
Thou said'st, farewell my Spouse, & went'st away More fleet then Clouds with liquid paces stray: Oh what a longing, Jesu thus With thy delay thou mak'st in us? 'Tis now high noone, the scorching Sun doth burne I'th' mid'st o'th' pole, the mower spares the corne, The Shepheard, with his flocks, is glad-- And painted birds, to seeke coole shade. But Jesu! where art thou? what region's blest By holding thee so long in silent rest? What darksome shade denyes my love? Or with thick boughs what shady Grove? Knew I on what green Turfe thou dost repose Thy fainting limbs; what wind with soft breath blowes' What streame, with bubling, passing by Disturbs thy sleep, or wakens thee; Oh! lest the too much noise should raise thee, I Would let fall streams of teares should qualifie; My warmer sighes thou mix'd should'st find With the cold blasts o'th'Easterne wind.
_Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio._
En dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, & veni. Iam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit & recessit. &c.
_Ode 21. Lib. 4._
Out of _Salomon_'s sacred marriage song.
_My beloved spake and said unto mee, rise up my love, my Dove, my faire one, and come away; for loe the winter is past, the raine is over and gone: the flowers appeare on the earth, the time of singing of birds is come, and the voice of the Turtle is heard in our Land. The fig tree putteth forth, &c._
_Ode 21. Lib. 4._
Fallor? an Elysii laeva de parte Sereni Me mea vita vocat! Surge soror, pulchris innectito lora columbis; Pulchrior ipsa super Scande rotas, Libaniq; levem de vertice currum, Has, age flecte domos. Ad tua decidu fugiunt vestigia nimbi, Turbidus imber abiit: Ipsa sub innocuis mitescunt fulmina plantis, Ipsa virescit hiems.
Do I mistake? or from Elyzium cleare My life's call doe I heare? Sister arise, and harnesse thy sweet paire Of Doves, thy selfe more faire; Mount and drive hither, here let thy Chariot stop, From _Libanus_ hye top; At thy approach the falling showres doe fly, Tempestuous stormes passe by, The lightning's quench'd under thy harmlesse feet, Winter turnes Spring to see't.
Interea sacris aperit se scena viretis Sub pedibusq; tibi Altera floret humus, alterq; vagantia laetus Sidera pascit ager. Hic etiam trepidi pendent e rupibus haedi, Praecipitesq; caprae; Hinnuleique suis, passim dum flumina tranant, Luxuriantur aquis.
While in the sacred Green, a bow're we see Doth spread it selfe for thee. The Earth new Turff's it selfe for thee to tread, The straying starrs fresh fields make glad. Here with their dams, of Kids th'amazed flocks Hang on steep sides of Rocks; Here as they swim, the wanton Hinds do play In the coole streames all day.
It Leo cum Pardo viridis de colle Saniri Mitis uterque regi, Cumque suo passim ludunt in montibus agno Exsuperantque juga. Plurimus hos circum tacito pede labitur amnis, Pumicibusque cavis Per violas lapsae per declives hyacinthos, Exspatiantur aquae.
The Lion with the Libard downe is l'ed Tame and well governed; Each with his Lamb about the Mountaines skip, O're Hills they lightly trip. By these a spacious brooke doth slowly glide, Which with a spreading tyde Through bending Lilyes, banks of Violets From th'hollow Pumice sweats.
Lene fluunt rivi, muscosis lene susurrus Murmurat e scopulis. In vitrio pisces saliunt hilares crystallo, Dulce queruntur aves. Nec vero, si moesta placent saletia caelo Flebile murmur abest: Nam sibi dum vestro regemunt ex orbe palumbes, Huc sonus ille venit. Sic dum se viduo solatur Carmine turtur, Gaudia nostra placent.
The rivers gently flow, and a still sound From mossie Rocks doth bound. The sporting fish dance in the christall Mayne, The Birds sweetly complaine, The ayre, if dolefull comforts please, doth ring With mournfull murmuring. For when the Doves eccho each others cry That sound doth hither fly. As they with widowed notes themselves do please, Just so, our joyes increase.
Cetera non desunt, pronis vindemia pendet Officiosa botris, Hic etiam vulgo violas, albentia vulgo Ungue ligustra leges: Ipsa tibi, leti succos oblita priores, Mitia poma cadent: Ipsae matura labentur ab arbore ficus, Percutientq; sinum. Interea falcem vindemia nescit, aratrum Saucia nescit humus. Ipsae sponte virent segetes, innoxius ipse Messibus albet ager. Praebent Hospitium platani: praebet formosos Graminis herba toros.
No want appeares; th'officious Vine doth stand With bending clusters to our hand. Here, thou shalt pick sweet Violets, and there Fresh Lillyes all the yeare: The Apple ripe drops from its stalke to thee, From tast of death made free. The luscious fruit from the full Figtree shall Into thy bosome fall. Meane while, the Vine no pruning knife doth know, The wounded earth no plow. The Corne growes green alone, and th'unhurt land Doth white with harvest stand. The grasse affords a stately bed, the Plane Spreads thee to entertaine.
Caedua Pachaeos sudant opobalsama nimbos; Et genialis odor Aspirat quoties, nutantibus hinc atque illinc Ingruit aura comit. Surge; quid indignos ducis per taedia soles? Surge, age, cara soror. Ecce tuis ipsae iam circum fraena columbae Ingemuere moris. Huc age, formosas formosior ipsa columbas Hospita flecte furor.
Arabian mists sweat from the gummy tree Of Balme, and all for thee; Which through the ayre, a rich perfume doe throw, Fann'd with each neighb'ring bough. Arise my Sister deare, why dost thou stay, And spend th'unwilling day? Behold thy harness'd Doves, at thy delay Doe sigh, come, drive away. Put on, and hither drive thy beauteous paire Of Doves, thy selfe more faire.
_Ad Ianussium Skuminum._
Cum conjugi charissimae justa persolveret. +paraphrastikos+.
_Ode 30. Lib. 4._
To _Ianusius Skuminus_.
_When hee performed the Funerall obsequies of his most deare Wife._ +paraphrastikos+.
Ode 30. Lib. 4.
Si tibi pollicitum numen, si fata fuissent AEternos fere conjugis annos; Jure per assiduos (procerum fortissime) fletus Ereptam quererere, _Janussi_. Quem Pietas quem non moveat non tristibus unquam Arx animi concussa procellis Et pudor, & proni niveo de pectore sensus, Et Regina modestia morum, Aut bona sedulitas, aut non incauta futuri Praesagae solertia montis?
What though the Gods have promis'd she shall bee Enfranchis'd to Eternity? Yet (valiant Sir) so great a losse still cryes For a just tribute from your eyes; View but her pious mind, that tow're of state Not shaken by sad stownes of Fate, Her humble innocent soule, her guiltlesse feare, Her modesty chiefe Regent there; The prudent thrift of her presaging mind Her constant zeale, pure and refin'd; _And who can then forbeare t'embalme her Hearse_ _With the daily precious dew of teares?_
Provida sed longam magnis virtutibus aevum Non audent promittere fata: Nec possunt, si quae maturavere, profanis Astra diu committere terris. Nunc adeo parces longis onerare querelis Depositum repetentia magnum, Ingentes animi gazas, & robur, & aureo Incoctum bene pectus honesto.
Tis not in Fate to promise length of dayes, To things of such esteeme and praise; Nor can the starrs suffer so ripe a birth To be long sullied with dull earth. Load not the Heavens then with unjust complaints, For taking back one of their Saints. The courage of her richly temp'red breast Made her for them a fitter guest: Such jewells of her mind sparkle about her The starres themselves can't shine without her.
Sic Tanaquil, sic quae cunctantem Claudia rexit Virginea cervice Cybellen, Quaeque maritali successit Thessala fato, Et Latiis vaga Cloelia ripis; Ante diem raptae vivunt post funera, vatum Perpetuos in carmine fastos. Illa quid[em] non, si surdos ad carmina Manes Orphea testudine vincam, Eductas adamante fores, & ahenea rumpat Elysiii pomoeria muri, Reddaturq; tibi. Stat nulli janua voto, Nullis exorata Poetis.
Thus _Tanaquil_; thus _Claudia_'s virgin band Steer'd the unwilling Barke to land. Thus shee, that durst her Husbands fate abide, And _Cloelia_ over _Tiber's_ tyde; Too early crop'd, survive in Poesie, And keepe perpetuall jubilie. 'Tis not in Art to fetch her back againe, Or charme the spirits with _Orpheus_ straine, To breake the bars of Adamant or scale The Rampiers of th'Elysian wall, No Orisons prevaile, sent from the breast Of great _Apollo_'s choisest Priest.
Sunt tamen exiles insigni in limine rimae Qua possint arcana videri, Haec ego si nullos fallunt insomnia maneis, Aut vidi, aut vidisse putavi Errantem campo in magno, quem gemmea circum Perspicuis stant moenia portis: Auro prata virent; arbor crinitur in aurum; Crispantur violaria gemmis, Quae nec Apellaeus liquor, nec pulchra trigoni Assimulent mendacia vitri.
Yet in the arched entrance chinks there bee, Which may befriend the covetous eye; Through these to th'hidden mysteries I peep, And (if the spirits nor dream, nor sleep) I saw, or else me thoughts, I there had seene Her, wandring o're a Spacious Greene, With walls of Diamond, gates of purest glasse, No Chrystall more transparent was: Each blade of grasse was gold, each tree was there, A golden Periwig did weare. The swelling banks of Violets did curle Themselves with Gems, and Orient Pearle; The glorious nothing, of the _Trigon_ glasse-- And all _Apelles_ Art, which passe.
Centum ibi formosis in vallibus Heroinae Aeternum Paeana frequentant. Stant virides campo stellae, madidisque corusca Connivent sibi sidera flammis. Illa inter medias parvo comitata nepote Et roseo vivacior ore, Ibat ovans, grandemq; sibi, grandemque nepoti Nectebat de flore coronam. Cetera me vetuit magni caligo sereni Mortali percurrere visu. Nectu plura velis; satis est, cui fata dederunt Aeternis mutasse caduca.
Through the sweet vales a Quire of Damsels sing Eternall Paeans to their King. The stars with sparkling light stand round I see, Twinkling to their shrill melodie. Her and her tender darling, then I spy, I'th' mid'st of that blest company; With looks more fresh and sweet, then are the Roses Of which her Garlands shee composes-- Two flowry Chaplets, which with Gems set round Her owne and Nephew's temples crown'd. But here a veyle was drawne, I must not prie Nor search too farre with mortall eye, Nor would you more. It may suffice that shee Hath chang'd fraile flesh for blest Eternitie.
_Ad Albertum Turscium._
De suis somniis & lyricis.
_Ode 32. Lib. 4._
To _Albertus Turscius_.
_Of his Dreames, and Lyricks._
_Ode 32. Lib. 4._
_Tursci_, seu brevior mihi Seu pernox oculos composuit sopor, Pennas Somnia laevibus Affigunt humeris; jamque virentia Latus prata superuolo, Qua se cumque novum molle tumentibus Campis explicuit nemus, Herbosaeque patet scena superbiae: Mox & nubibus altior, Mistus flumineis ales oloribus; Vivos despicio lacus, Et dulci volucrem carmine mentior.
VVhether a shorter sleep, or whether A long one (_Turscius_) joyns mine eyes together In my soft dreames, me thinks, I see To my light shoulders wings set on, and I With joy transported, upward soare, The flowry Meddowes, and the pastures o're; Where the greene Grove its coole shade yeilds To th'stately grasse plotts, and ripe swelling fields: Straight, 'mid'st the river Swans, up hyer A winged fowle above the cloudes I'aspire; The lively Lakes below, I sleight, And with sweet straines a bird I counterfeit.
Jam tunc nubila, jam mihi Blandis dissiliunt fulmina cantibus; Et quae plurima circuit Collum, punicea vincior Iride. Idem jam vigil, & meus, Non ingrata simul somnia dispuli, Cum ter mobilibus lyram Percussi digitis, immemor & ducis Nil sectator Horatii, Sublimis liquidum nitor in aera; Et nunc littera, nunc vagas Siccis trajiciens passibus insulas, Nil mortale mei gero, & Jam nil sollicito debeo ponderi.
See, now me thinkes, the cloudes in throngs The lightning leaps too, at my ravishing songs; _Iris_ about my neck hangs round, And with her divers colour'd bow, I'me bound. Being now my selfe, and newly wak'd, My not unwelcome dreames, just now off shak'd; Thrice o're my Lute, I scarce had run With nible finger neat division; Remembring _Horace_, Thee, my guide, When my high Genius through th'ayre doth ride; Now o're the scatt'red Islands, then O're Seas, with dry feet passing back again; Nothing that's mortall of mee, now I beare, and nought to my dull bulke I owe.
_Tursci_, saepe tamen mones Olim ne veteri clarior Icaro Veris fabula casibus Mutem Parrhasii nomina Balthiri. Frustra; nam memor Icari, Addo stultitiae consilium brevi: Nam, seu dormio, me torus; Seu scribo, stabili sella tenet situ.
Yet _Turscius_ thou hast often told, And warn'd mee, lest then _Icarus_ of old By a true fall indeed, I make A lowder tale, and change the name o'th'Lake. In vaine: Remembring Him, I had A care, and counsell, to my folly, add: For when I sleep, in bed I lye, And if I write, my secure chaire holds mee.
Ad Quintum Tiberinum.
Ode 34. Lib. 4.
Divitem numquam, _Tiberine_, dices, Cuius Eois potiora glebis Rura, fortunae sine faece pulcher Rivus inaurat; Quem per insigneis geniale ceras Stemma claravit; vaga quem per urbes Quem per & gentes radiante vexit Gloria curru. Pauper est, qui se caret; & superbe Ipse se librans, sua rura latam Addit in lancem, socioq; fallens Pondus in auro, Ceteris parvus, sibi magnus uni, Ipse se nescit, pretioque falsa Plebis attollit, propriaq; se mi- ratur in umbra. Splendidam vera sine luce gazam, Turgidum plena sine laude nomen Mitte; te solo, _Tiberine_, disces Esse beatus.
To _Quintus Tiberinus_.
_Ode 34. Lib. 4._
Thou shalt not _Tiberinus_, call Him rich, whose every Acre shall Outvie the Easterne glebe, whose field Faire Fortune's clearest streame doth gild. Nor him, whose birth, and pedigree Is fam'd abroad by's Heraldrie; Hee who by fleeting glory's hurld In his rich Chariot through the world: He's poore that wants himselfe, yet weighs Proudly himselfe; in this scale layes His lands, in th'other broad one, by, The false weight of his gold doth lye, Great to himselfe, to others small, That never knowes himselfe at all, As the false people raise him higher, Himselfe in's shadow hee'l admire. The fairest Gemme without true light, Without true praise great titles, flight: Blest _Tiberinus_, and most free In thy selfe alone thoul't learne to bee.
Ad Paulum Coslovium.
_Ode 35. Lib. 4._
To _Paulus Coslovius_.
_Ode 35. Lib. 4._