BOOK THE SECOND, ODE THE TENTH.

Not always, dear Licinius, is it wise

On the main Sea to ply the daring Oar;

Nor is it safe, from dread of angry Skies,

Closely to press on the insidious Shore.

To no excess discerning Spirits lean,

They feel the blessings of the golden mean;

They will not grovel in the squalid cell,

Nor seek in princely domes, with envied pomp, to dwell.

The pine, that lifts so high her stately boughs,

Writhes in the storms, and bends beneath their might,

Innoxious while the loudest tempest blows

O'er trees, that boast a less-aspiring height.

As the wild fury of the whirlwind pours,

With direst ruin fall the loftiest towers;

And 't is the mountain's _summit_ that, oblique,

From the dense, lurid clouds, the baleful lightnings strike.

A mind well disciplin'd, when Sorrow lours,

Not sullenly excludes Hope's smiling rays;

Nor, when soft Pleasure boasts of lasting powers,

With boundless trust the Promiser surveys.

It is the same dread Jove, who thro' the sky

Hurls the loud storms, that darken as they fly;

And whose benignant hand withdraws the gloom,

And spreads rekindling light, in all its living bloom.

To-day the Soul perceives a weight of woe;--

A brighter Morrow shall gay thoughts inspire.

Does [2]Phœbus always bend the vengeful bow?

Wakes he not often the harmonious lyre?

Be thou, when Danger scowls in every wave,

Watchful, collected, spirited, and brave;

But in the sunny sky, the flattering gales,

Contract, with steady hand, thy too expanded sails.

1: Licinius Murena was a Patrician of high rank, one of the Brothers

of Proculeius, whose fraternal generosity is celebrated in the Ode to

Sallust, the ninth of these Paraphrases. The property of Licinius had

been confiscated for having borne arms against the second

Triumvirate. Upon this confiscation Proculeius divided two thirds of

that large fortune, with which the Emperor had rewarded his valor and

fidelity in the royal cause, between Licinius, and his adopted

Brother, Terentius, whose fortunes had suffered equal wreck on

account of the Party he had taken. Horace wrote this Ode soon after

the affectionate bounty of Proculeius had restored his Friend to

affluence. It breathes a warning spirit towards that turbulent, and

ambitious temper, which Horace perceived in this young Nobleman. The

Poet, however, has used great address and delicacy, making the

reflections not particular but general; and he guards against

exciting the soreness People feel from reprehension for their

prevailing fault, by censuring with equal freedom the opposite

extreme. That kind caution insinuated in this Ode, proved eventually

vain, as did also the generosity of the Emperor, who soon after

permitted Licinius to be chosen Augur;--probably at the intercession

of his Favorite Mæcenas, who had married Terentia, a Daughter of that

House, and whom Horace calls Licinia in the Ode which is next

paraphrased. Upon the election of Licinius to this post of honor,

trust, and dignity, we perceive the spirits of Horace greatly

elevated; probably as much from the pleasure he knew Mæcenas would

take in the promotion of his Brother-in-law, as from the attachment

himself bore to Licinius. A peculiar air of hilarity shines out in

the Ode addressed to Telephus, written the evening on which this

Licinius, then newly chosen Augur, gave his first supper to his

Friends. The Reader will find it somewhat lavishly paraphrased in the

course of this Selection. By the _above_ Ode the Poet seems to have

feared the seditious disposition of Licinius:--but when he afterwards

strung his lyre to notes of triumph for the honors of his Friend, he

little imagined _that_ Friend would finally suffer death for

ungratefully conspiring against the Monarch, who had so liberally

overlooked his former enmity.

2: Epidemic Diseases were, by the Pagans, believed to be the effect

of having offended Apollo. The arrows he shoots among the Greeks in

the first Book of the Iliad, produce the Pestilence, which follows

the rape of his Priest's Daughter, Chryseis. When we consider the

dependence of the human constitution upon the temperate, or

intemperate influence of the Sun, the avenging bow of Phœbus appears

an obvious allegory;--and since it is in the hours of health that the

fine Arts are sought and cultivated, the Sun, under the name of

Phœbus, Apollo, &c. is with equal propriety of fable, supposed their

Patron, as well as the Avenger of crimes by the infliction of

diseases.

[1]TO MÆCENAS.

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