all Mayne,
The Birds sweetly complaine,
The ayre, if dolefull comforts please, doth ring
With mournfull murmuring.
For when the Doves eccho each others cry
That sound doth hither fly.
As they with widowed notes themselves do please,
Just so, our joyes increase.
Cetera non desunt, pronis vindemia pendet
Officiosa botris,
Hic etiam vulgo violas, albentia vulgo
Ungue ligustra leges:
Ipsa tibi, leti succos oblita priores,
Mitia poma cadent:
Ipsae matura labentur ab arbore ficus,
Percutientq; sinum.
Interea falcem vindemia nescit, aratrum
Saucia nescit humus.
Ipsae sponte virent segetes, innoxius ipse
Messibus albet ager.
Praebent Hospitium platani: praebet formosos
Graminis herba toros.
No want appeares; th'officious Vine doth stand
With bending clusters to our hand.
Here, thou shalt pick sweet Violets, and there
Fresh Lillyes all the yeare:
The Apple ripe drops from its stalke to thee,
From tast of death made free.
The luscious fruit from the full Figtree shall
Into thy bosome fall.
Meane while, the Vine no pruning knife doth know,
The wounded earth no plow.
The Corne growes green alone, and th'unhurt land
Doth white with harvest stand.
The grasse affords a stately bed, the Plane
Spreads thee to entertaine.
Caedua Pachaeos sudant opobalsama nimbos;
Et genialis odor
Aspirat quoties, nutantibus hinc atque illinc
Ingruit aura comit.
Surge; quid indignos ducis per taedia soles?
Surge, age, cara soror.
Ecce tuis ipsae iam circum fraena columbae
Ingemuere moris.
Huc age, formosas formosior ipsa columbas
Hospita flecte furor.
Arabian mists sweat from the gummy tree
Of Balme, and all for thee;
Which through the ayre, a rich perfume doe throw,
Fann'd with each neighb'ring bough.
Arise my Sister deare, why dost thou stay,
And spend th'unwilling day?
Behold thy harness'd Doves, at thy delay
Doe sigh, come, drive away.
Put on, and hither drive thy beauteous paire
Of Doves, thy selfe more faire.
_Ad Ianussium Skuminum._
Cum conjugi charissimae justa persolveret.
+paraphrastikos+.
_Ode 30. Lib. 4._
To _Ianusius Skuminus_.
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