(8) As this song is a short imitation of the 19th Ode of the first book of Horace, it is worth your while, Reader, to see how Mr. Francis has done the whole. I will here set down a few lines:
Urit me Glycerae nitor
Splendentis pario marmore purius:
Urit grata protervitas,
Et vultus nimium lubricus aspici.
Again for Glycera I burn,
And all my long forgotten flames return.
As Parian marble pure and bright,
The shining maid my bosom warms;
Her face too dazling for the sight,
Her sweet coquetting — how it charms!
In me tota ruens Venus
Cyprum deseruit —
Whole Venus rushing through my veins,
No longer in her favourite Cyprus reigns.
Hic vivum mihi cespitem, hic
Verbenas, pueri, ponite thuraque
Bimi cum patera meri:
Mactatâ veniet laenior hostiâ:
Here let the living altar rise,
Adorn'd with every herb and flower;
Here flame the incense to the skies,
And purest wines libation pour;
Due honours to the Goddess paid,
Soft sinks to willing love the yielding maid.
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