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HORACE, BOOK III. ODE II.


TO THE EARL OF OXFORD, LATE LORD TREASURER.


Sent to him when in the Tower, 1716.


HOW blest is he, who for his country dies,
Since death pursues the coward as he flies?
The youth in vain would fly from Fate's attack,
With trembling knees and Terrour at his back;
Though Fear should lend him pinions like the wind,
Yet swifter Fate will seize him from behind.
Virtue repuls'd, yet knows not to repine;
But shall with unattainted honour shine;
Nor stoops to take the staff[1], nor lays it down,
Just as the rabble please to smile or frown.
Virtue, to crown her favourites, loves to try
Some new unbeaten passage to the sky;
Where Jove a seat among the gods will give
To those who die, for meriting to live.
Next faithful Silence hath a sure reward;
Within our breast be every secret barr'd!
He, who betrays his friend, shall never be
Under one roof, or in one ship, with me.
For who with traitors would his safety trust,
Lest with the wicked, Heaven involve the just?
And, though the villain 'scape a while, he feels
Slow Vengeance, like a bloodhound, at his heels.

  1. The ensign of the lord treasurer's office.

PHYLLIS;