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TO MARCUS LOLLIUS.

Horace

Lest you for a moment imagine that those words will be lost, which I,

born on the far-resounding Aufidus, utter to be accompanied with the

lyre, by arts hitherto undivulged--If Maeonian Homer possesses the first

rank, the Pindaric and Cean muses, and the menacing strains of Alcaeus,

and the majestic ones of Stesichorus, are by no means obscure: neither,

if Anacreon long ago sportfully sung any thing, has time destroyed it:

even now breathes the love and live the ardors of the Aeolian maid,

committed to her lyre. The Lacedaemonian Helen is not the only fair, who

has been inflamed by admiring the delicate ringlets of a gallant, and

garments embroidered with gold, and courtly accomplishments, and

retinue: nor was Teucer the first that leveled arrows from the Cydonian

bow: Troy was more than once harassed: the great Idomeneus and Sthenelus

were not the only heroes that fought battles worthy to be recorded by

the muses: the fierce Hector, or the strenuous Deiphobus were not the

first that received heavy blows in defense of virtuous wives and

children. Many brave men lived before Agamemnon: but all of them,

unlamented and unknown, are overwhelmed with endless obscurity, because

they were destitute of a sacred bard. Valor, uncelebrated, differs but

little from cowardice when in the grave. I will not [therefore], O

Lollius, pass you over in silence, uncelebrated in my writings, or

suffer envious forgetfulness with impunity to seize so many toils of

thine. You have a mind ever prudent in the conduct of affairs, and

steady alike amid success and trouble: you are an avenger of avaricious

fraud, and proof against money, that attracts every thing; and a consul

not of one year only, but as often as the good and upright magistrate

has preferred the honorable to the profitable, and has rejected with a

disdainful brow the bribes of wicked men, and triumphant through

opposing bands has displayed his arms. You can not with propriety call

him happy, that possesses much; he more justly claims the title of

happy, who understands how to make a wise use of the gifts of the gods,

and how to bear severe poverty; and dreads a reproachful deed worse than

death; such a man as this is not afraid to perish in the defense of his

dear friends, or of his country.

 

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