Acclinem violis: neu strepitu pedum,
Neu plausae sonitu manus
Pacem solliciti rumpite somnii:
Donec sponsa suo leves
Somnos ex oculis pollice terserit:
Donec Lucifer aureus
Rerum paciferum ruperit otium.

Molest not my beloved with your cryes,
Amongst the twining Violets that lyes:
Doe not with claps of hands, or noise of feet,
Awake her, from her carefull slumbers yet:
Untill my Spouse, of her owne selfe, shall rise
And wipe away the soft sleep, from her eyes;
Untill the golden day-starre shall release
All things from silent rest, and gentle peace.

Summis ecce venit jugis
Formosae soboles matris, & unica
Formosi soboles patris:
Silvarumq; super colla comantium,
Et intonsum Libani caput,
Magnorumq; salit terga cacuminum, ac
Proceras nemorum domos
Prono transiliens praeterit impetu:
Veloci similis caprae
Qua visis humili in valle leonibus,
Per praerupta, per ardua
Sublimi volucris fertur anhelitu.

Behold from tops of yonder hills doth come
The blessed off-spring of's faire mothers womb,
The only issue of's bright father too,
On the thick tops o'th' groves doth leaping goe,
The unshorne head of _Lebanus_ so hye
Hee leaps, and the great backs of Mountaines by,
The stately dwellings of the woods hee skips,
And down again with nimble foot hee trips:
Like to a frighted, and swift running Roe.
Beholding Lions in a vale below,
With an amazed haste, and deep fetch'd breath
Through uncouth places runs t'escape his death.

Ad Egnatium Nollium.

AEquo semper rectoq; animo, adversus fortunae inconstantiam
standum esse.

_Ode 4. Lib. 3._

To _Egnatius Nollius_.

_That we ought to be of an even and upright mind, against
the inconstancy of fortune._

_Ode 4. Lib. 3._

Sive te molli vehet aura vento,
Sive non planis agitabit undis,
Vince Fortunam, dubiasque _Nolli_,
Lude per artes.
Riserit? vultum generosus aufer.
Fleverit? dulci refer ora risu:
Solus, & semper tum esse quovis
Disce tumultu.
Ipse te clausus modereris urbem
Consul aut Caesar; quoties minantum
Turba fatorum quatient serenam
Pectoris arcem.

Art thou blow'n on, with gentle gale,
Or in rough waters forc'd to sayle?
Still conquer Fortune, make but spo