98 THE POEMS OF ANNE ���A POEM, OCCASION'D BY THE SIGHT OF THE 4 TH EPISTLE LIB. EPIST: 1. OF HORACE �Immitated and Inscribed to Richard Thornhill Esq. by Mr Rowe, who had before sent heither, another translation from Horace �Twice in our Solitude has now appear'd Such verse as Rome throng'd with applauders heard, And twice, Her Horace been to us reviv'd As prais'd and pollish'd as to them he liv'd. The Stuff and Workman's skill so nicely shown. We think the Words as well as thoughts his own And Joy to see that by relenting Fate (Which Speech confus'd) tis given thus to translate Whilst Babel's scatter'd streames unite again Beneath the conduct of th' industrious Pen 10 �But why shou'd such a Muse as can comend And Paralell the Virtues of a Friend Describe from ancient Rules with modern Art His Copious sensce each ornamental part Mistake the softer Buisnesse of his heart Or ask how he the too swift Hours imploys Who late possess'd of so long courted Joys Flyes to some still retreate and shunn's the Citty's �noise �As He whom Poets fein t'have rul'd above When sway'd himself by more commanding Love 20 Left his Society and Court of Gods To stem the Hellispont and haunt the Woods Nor to Olimpus but some lonely shade With untrac'd steps the beauteous Prize convey'd. �Nor be itt thought that Tragedy has place Within the influence of Orania's face Not he who cou'd so well our souls comand And toutch each string with a prevailing hand ��� �
