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Palinodia
Ad secundam libri Epodon Odam _Q. Horatii Flacci_.

_Laus otii Religiosi._

_Ode 3. Lib. Epod._

A Palinode
To the second Ode of the booke of Epodes of _Q. H. Flaccus_.

_The praise of a Religious Recreation._

_Ode 3. Lib. Epod._

At ille, _Flacce_, nunc erit beatior
Qui mole curarum procul
Paterna liquit rura, litigantium
Solutus omni jurgio;
Nec solis aestum frugibus timet suis,
Nec sidus hiberni Jovis,
Rixasq; vitat, & scelesta curiae
Rapacioris limina.
Ergo aut profanis hactenus negotiis
Amissa plorat sidera;
Aut in reducta sede dispersum gregem
Errantis animi colligit,
Postquam beatae lucra conscientiae
Quadrante libravit suo.

But, _Flaccus_, now more happy he appeares,
Who, with the burthen of his cares,
Farre off hath left his father's ground, set free
From the fierce wrangling Lawyer's fee;
No scorching heat, nor blasts of Winter _Jove_,
Doth hurt his fruit, or him can move:
Hee shuns all strifes, and never doth resort
The sinfull gates o'th' greedy Court.
But either doth bewayle those dayes and nights,
Lost by him in prophane delights;
Or else retyr'd, strives to collect and find
The dispers'd flock of's wandring mind;
Having first fairly pois'd the recompence
And gaines of a good conscience.

Idem, propinqua nocte, stellatas vigil
Cum vesper accendit faces,
Ut gaudet immortale mirari jubar,
Terraque majores globos,
Et per cadenteis intueri lacrymas
Rimosa lucis atria,
Quae Christe tecum, virgo quae tecum colat
Perennis haeres saeculi!
Volvuntur aureis interim stellaae rotis,
Pigrumque linquunt exulem,
Per ora cujus uberes eunt aquae,
Somnos quod avertat graveis.

At evening, when the harbinger of night
The torches of the sky doth light,
How he admires th'immortall rayes breake forth,
And their bright Orbes, more large then earth;
How through his trickling teares, he heips his fight,
Unto the open Courts of light,
Which with thy selfe, o Christ, thy selfe in pray'r
He' Adores, t'Eternall life an heire!
The Starres with golden wheeles, are hurried by,
And let their prostrate exile lye,
Over whose face, the plenteous teares doe stray,
Which chase all drowsie sleepe away;