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O D E XLIX.

ADVICE TO A PAINTER.

EST of Painters, let your Art

What the Mufe defcribes, impart:

First let Tow'ry Cities rife,

Crown'd with Peace and smiling Joys :

Next, let Bacchus' mirthful Choir
Their alternate Flutes infpire:

And, if Art fuch Pow'r contains,

Paint the Laws which Love ordains.

Here facred Pomp, and genial Feaft delight,
And folemn Dance, and Hymenæal Rite;
Along the Street the new-made Brides are led,
With Torches flaming, to the Nuptial-Bed:
The youthful Dancers in a Circle bound
To the foft Flute, and Cittern's Silver Sound:
Thro' the fair Streets the Matrons in a Row,
Stand in the Porches, and enjoy the Show.

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ODE

Pape.

VER. 6. Their alternate Flutes infpire.] Madam D' Acier and Barnes tranflate έτερπνόῖς ἐν ἀυλοῖς, by

Ο Τὸν ἐν πόνοις απειρῆ
Νέον ἐν πόθοις αταρβῆ,

Καλὸν ἐν πότοις χορευτων

Τελέων, Θεὸς κατῆλθεν,

Απαλὸν βροτοῖσι φίλτρον,

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Πότιον ἄξονον, κομίζων

Γίνον

geminis tibiis, Double-Flutes ; but as it is not very eafy To conceive how the Word ἑτερπνόοις can bear that Interpretation, I have rather chofe Baxter's Senfe, who renders it, Alternatim flantes.

VER. I. The Care-compelling Child of Jove.]
** Tu fpem reducis mentibus anxiis,
Virefque, & addis cornua pauperi,
Poft te neque iratos trementi
Regum apices, neque militum arma.

Hor. L. 3. Od. 21.

Wine

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O DE L.

ON BACCHU S.

HE Care-compelling Child of Jove,
The God who

The God who gives Success in Love;
And sweetly laughing all the while,
Makes Defpair itself to smile;

The dear, the charming God descends,
And in each Hand a Bowl extends;
A Bowl where Care could never fwim,
And Pleasure triumphs round the Brim.

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Wine with fresh Hope the Coward chears; Revives the Wretched and Undone ; And makes the Slave his Lord difown: What Wretch, when arm'd by Bacchus, fears To meet a Warrior's Arm, or ftand a Tyrant's Frown? Creech.

VER. 7. A Bowl, where Care could never swim. ] Homer introduces Helen mixing fuch a Bowl. Meantime with genial Joy to warm the Soul, Bright Helen mix'd a Mirth-infpiring Bowl: Temper'd with Drugs of fov'reign Ufe, t'affwage The boiling Bofom of tumultuous Rage;

To clear the cloudy Front of wrinkled Care,
And dry the tearful Sluices of Defpair :

Charm'd with the virtuous Draught, th' exalted Mind
All Senfe of Woe delivers to the Wind.
Tho' on the blazing Pile his Parent lay,
Or a lov'd Brother groan'd his Life away,

Then pull away, and never mind,

A Tide of Joy is ftill behind.

Those Clufters there, which strive to hide
Beneath the Leaves their fwelling Pride,
And blush fo lovely thro' the Green,

As if too modeft to be feen ;
Shall foon a rofy Deluge roll,
And fill another rofy Bowl,
That we may revel still in Bliss,
And never know what Sorrow is.
Wine gives us Health, to Health we owe
The Transports which in Love we know ;
The Calm of Mind which laughs at Fate,
With all that's brave, and all that's great.
Then pull away, and Thirft difdain,

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Autumn will foon be here again.

Or darling Sca opprefs'd by Ruffian Force
Fell breathless at his Feet a mangled Corfe ;
From Morn to Eve, impaffive and ferene,

ODE

The Man entranc'd would view the deathful Scene.

Pope. VER. 35