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L I B E R
E forte credas interitura, quae
Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum Non ante vulgatas per artes
Verba loquor focianda chordis ; Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces
Stefichorique graves Camenae : Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon, Delevit aetas : fpirat adhuc amor, Vivuntque commiffi calores
Aeoliae fidibus puellae.
Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Nocte, carent quia vate facro.
of the NINTH ODE
Of the FOURTH BOOK.
should think that verse shall die, Which sounds the Silver Thames along, Taught, on the wings of Truth to fly
Above the reach of vulgar song ;
Tho'daring Milton fits sublime,
In Spencer native Muses play ; Nor
yet shall Waller yield to time, Nor pensive Cowley's moral lay.
Sages and Chiefs long since had birth
Ere Cæfar was, or Newton nam'd; These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,
And Those, new Heav'ns and Systems fram’d.
Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!
They had no Poet, and they died.