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TO THE SHIP, IN WHICH VIRGIL WAS ABOUT TO SAIL TO ATHENS.

Horace

So may the goddess who rules over Cyprus; so may the bright stars, the

brothers of Helen; and so may the father of the winds, confining all

except Iapyx, direct thee, O ship, who art intrusted with Virgil; my

prayer is, that thou mayest land him safe on the Athenian shore, and

preserve the half of my soul. Surely oak and three-fold brass surrounded

his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean, nor

was afraid of the impetuous Africus contending with the northern storms,

nor of the mournful Hyades, nor of the rage of Notus, than whom there is

not a more absolute controller of the Adriatic, either to raise or

assuage its waves at pleasure. What path of death did he fear, who

beheld unmoved the rolling monsters of the deep; who beheld unmoved the

tempestuous swelling of the sea, and the Acroceraunians--ill-famed

rocks?

 

In vain has God in his wisdom divided the countries of the earth by the

separating ocean, if nevertheless profane ships bound over waters not to

be violated. The race of man presumptuous enough to endure everything,

rushes on through forbidden wickedness.

 

The presumptuous son of Iapetus, by an impious fraud, brought down fire

into the world. After fire was stolen from the celestial mansions,

consumption and a new train of fevers settled upon the earth, and the

slow approaching necessity of death, which, till now, was remote,

accelerated its pace. Daedalus essayed the empty air with wings not

permitted to man. The labor of Hercules broke through Acheron. There is

nothing too arduous for mortals to attempt. We aim at heaven itself in

our folly; neither do we suffer, by our wickedness, Jupiter to lay aside

his revengeful thunderbolts.

 

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