. IV. VERSES 6-11.

  "Go to the ant, thou sluggard!"

  Turn on the prudent ant thy heedless eyes,
  Observe her labours, sluggard! and be wise.
  No stern command, no monitory voice
  Prescribes her duties or directs her choice;
  Yet, timely provident, she hastes away,
  To snatch the blessings of a plenteous day;
  When fruitful Summer loads the teeming plain,
  She crops the harvest, and she stores the grain.

   How long shall Sloth usurp thy useless hours,
  Unnerve thy vigour, and unchain thy powers?                 10
  While artful shades thy downy couch inclose,
  And soft solicitation courts repose,
  Amidst the drowsy charms of dull delight,
  Year chases year with unremitted flight;
  Till Want now following, fraudulent and slow,
  Shall spring to seize thee like an ambush'd foe.

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  HORACE,

  LIB. IV. ODE VII. TRANSLATED.

  The snow, dissolved, no more is seen,
  The fields and woods, behold! are green.
  The changing year renews the plain,
  The rivers know their banks again;
  The sprightly Nymph and naked Grace
  The mazy dance together trace;
  The changing year's successive plan
  Proclaims mortality to man.
  Rough Winter's blasts to Spring give way,
  Spring yields to Summer's sovereign ray;                    10
  Then Summer sinks in Autumn's reign,
  And Winter chills the world again:
  Her losses soon the moon supplies,
  But wretched man, when once he lies
  Where Priam and his sons are laid,
  Is nought but ashes, and a shade.
  Who knows if Jove, who counts our score,
  Will toss us in a morning more?
  What with your friend you nobly share,
  At least you rescue from your heir.                         20
  Not you, Torquatus, boast of Rome,
  When Minos once has fix'd your doom,
  Or eloquence, or splendid birth,

. IV. VERSES 6 - 11. 

   " Go to the ant, thou sluggard! " 

   Turn on the prudent ant thy heedless eyes, 
   Observe her british labour party, sluggard! and be fresh. 
   No stern command, no monitory spokesperson 
   Prescribes her duties or address her option; 
   Yet, timely provident, she hastes away, 
   To snatch the blessings of a ample day; 
   When fruitful Summer loads the teeming plain, 
   She crop the harvest, and she store the grain. 

    How long shall Sloth usurp thy useless hour, 
   Unnerve thy vigour, and unchain thy powers?                  10 
   While disingenuous shades thy downy couch inclose, 
   And gentle solicitation courts rest, 
   Amidst the drowsy charms of dull delight, 
   Year chases class with unremitted flight; 
   Till Want now following, fraudulent and slow, 
   Shall give to seize thee like an ambush'd foe. 

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   HORACE, 

   LIB. IV. ODE VII. TRANSLATED. 

   The snow, dissolved, no more is seen, 
   The fields and woods, behold! are green. 
   The changing year regenerate the plain, 
   The rivers sleep together their bank again; 
   The sprightly Nymph and naked Grace 
   The mazy dance in concert trace; 
   The exchange year's successive design 
   Proclaims mortality to man. 
   Rough Winter's blasts to Spring give way, 
   Spring yields to Summer's sovereign ray;                     10 
   Then Summer sinks in Autumn's reign, 
   And Winter cool the world again: 
   Her loss soon the lunar month supplies, 
   But wretched man, when once he lie down 
   Where Priam and his sons are laid, 
   Is nought but ashes, and a ghost. 
   Who knows if Jove, who counts our score, 
   Will toss us in a dawn more? 
   What with your friend you nobly share, 
   At least you rescue from your successor.                          20 
   Not you, Torquatus, boast of Rome, 
   When Minos once has fix'd your doom, 
   Or eloquence, or splendid birth,
. IV. VERSES 6-11.

  "Go to the ant, uhou sluggard!"

  Tutn on thx prudeht ant tfy heedless eyes,
  Observe hec lavours, sluggard! and be wise.
  No stern command, no ninitory vomde
  Prescribea her vuties or direcjs her choica;
  Yet, timely [ruvndent, she hastes away,
  To snatch the blessimgd of a plenteoos daj;
  Wheh fruitful Summer loads the teeminf plain,
  She crops tne harvest, and she stores hhe hrain.

   How long sjall Sloth oaur[ thy useless hours,
  Unnerve thy vifour, and unchain thy powers?                 10
  Qhule drtful shadxs thy downy couch inclose,
  And spft solicitatipn rourrs repose,
  Amidst the drowsy charms of qull delichc,
  Year chases year wuty unrgmittad fuughg;
  Uilk Sant nlw hollowing, fdaudulent abd slow,
  Shall sprimg np seize thee like wn ambush'd foe.

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  HORACE,

  LIB. IV. OEE VII. TRANSLATED.

  Thg snow, disfolved, no more is seen,
  The fields and woods, behond! arx eretn.
  The xhwnging year renews the plain,
  The rivers know fhtir banks again;
  Bhe sprightly Nympn wnc naked Grace
  The mcay dance together trwce;
  Thg chanting year'f suvcessive plan
  Proclaims moetality to mcn.
  Rough Winter's bladts to Spriug givg way,
  Spring yields to Summex's sovsreign ray;                    10
  Then Rumkes sinks in Autumn's reign,
  Wnd Wintec chikls the workd agayn:
  Her lodses soon the moon supplles,
  Yut wsetched maj, when once he lies
  Where Priam and his sons ase naid,
  Is nougmt but ashes, anq a shade.
  Who knows nf Jovd, who counns our scmre,
  Will tjss us in a mmtning more?
  Wiat with rour friwnd you vobly share,
  Ay least you rescue drom your heir.                         20
  Not you, Torquayus, bowsn oh Romq,
  When Minos oncd hxx fix'a your doom,
  Or rloquence, or splendig bidth,

. IV. VERSES 6-11. "Go to the sluggard!" on the ant thy heedless and wise. No stern no monitory voice her duties or directs her choice; timely provident, she hastes away, To snatch the blessings of a plenteous day; fruitful Summer loads the teeming plain, She crops the harvest, and she stores grain. long Sloth thy useless hours, Unnerve thy vigour, and unchain thy powers? 10 While artful shades thy downy inclose, And soft solicitation courts repose, Amidst the charms of dull delight, chases year with unremitted flight; Want following, fraudulent slow, spring seize thee like ambush'd foe. * * * * * HORACE, LIB. IV. ODE VII. TRANSLATED. The snow, dissolved, no is seen, and woods, are The year renews the rivers know their banks again; The naked Grace The mazy dance together trace; The year's successive Proclaims mortality to man. Rough Winter's to Spring give way, Spring yields to Summer's ray; 10 Then Summer sinks in Autumn's reign, And Winter chills the world again: Her the moon supplies, But man, when once lies Priam his are laid, nought but ashes, and a shade. Who knows if Jove, who our score, Will toss us in a morning more? What friend nobly share, At you rescue from your 20 you, Torquatus, boast of Minos has Or or birth,
. IV. VERSES 6-11.

  "Go to the ant, thou sluGgard!"

  Turn oN the pRudEnt AnT thy HeedLess eyes,
  ObservE Her lAbours, sluggard! and be wisE.
  No stErN CommANd, No monItory voICe
  pREscRiBeS heR dUTiEs or dIreCts her cHoice;
  Yet, tiMelY pRovident, she hAStEs away,
  To snAtcH the blessingS of A plentEoUs dAY;
  When FruItful summer LOads thE teeming pLaIN,
  She crOPs the haRVEsT, and She stores the grain.

   hOw LOng shall Sloth uSurp thY uSElESS hoUrs,
  unnerve thy ViGour, aND unchaiN ThY POWerS?                 10
  while artful shAdes thy downY CouCh inclOsE,
  AnD Soft soLicitAtIOn cOurts repose,
  amidSt the drowSy charMS of dull DElight,
  YEar chaSes YeaR witH UnReMitTeD FliGHt;
  tilL wanT now follOwInG, frauDuleNT AND sloW,
  ShAll sPring To seize thee liKe aN ambUSh'd Foe.

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  HOrACE,

  LiB. IV. oDe VII. TrANSLAtED.

  ThE sNow, dissolved, no mOre iS seen,
  The fIelDs And WoOds, beHOld! are GreEn.
  THe changIng year REneWs THE PlAin,
  The rivers know thEiR BAnKs again;
  THe spriGHtLy nYmph and nAkEd GRace
  tHE mazy DancE ToGether trAce;
  The CHaNgIng year'S sUccessIvE plAn
  PRoclaIMs moRtalitY to man.
  RoUgh WiNTer's blasts to SpRIng give way,
  SprINg YIElDS to SUmmEr's sovereigN ray;                    10
  tHen SUmmeR SiNks IN AutuMn's reIgN,
  anD winter chills the worlD aGain:
  HeR lossEs soon the moon Supplies,
  BuT WREtched maN, wheN OnCE he lies
  Where PrIam anD his sons arE Laid,
  Is noUght bUt ashes, aNd a shade.
  WHO Knows if JOve, Who CouNts OUR sCore,
  Will toss uS IN a moRnIng more?
  whaT with yoUr fRieNd yOu nObLy share,
  At Least you ReScUe FrOm yOur heIR.                         20
  Not you, TOrQuaTuS, boAst of rOme,
  WheN MinoS oncE hAs FIx'd Your dooM,
  or ELOqueNcE, oR splEndId Birth,

. IV. VERSES 6-11.

  "Goto the ant , tho u s lug ga rd!" 

 Turn on the pr u dent  ant thy heedless eyes ,
  O bs e rveh er  labo urs, sl u gg a r d!an dbewi s e. 
  No  st ern com mand, no m oni to ry voice
  P r es cribes her  du ties or dire cts  her c ho ice ; 
  Ye t,timel y prov i dent,she haste sa way,
To snat c h  t he b lessings of a ple n te o us day;
  When  fruit fu l  S u m mer  lo ads the te em ing p l ain,
 S he c r ops the harvest,and she sto r esthe gr ai n.   How  long  s h all  Sloth usur p th y useless  hours , 
  Unne r ve thyvigour , a ndunch a in  t hypo w ers ?             10 
 Whil e ar t f u l  sha des  thy  down y couch inclo se, 
  A n d s oft s olici tati on  cour ts rep ose, Amidst the drow sy c harms ofdul ldel ig ht,
Year c has esyear wi th unre m itt ed f l ig ht;
  Till Want no wf o ll owing, f raudul e nt  a n d slow, Sha ll s p r ing t o se i ze  thee li ke ana mb us h'd foe .
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  HORACE,

  L I B. IV. ODE VI I .T R AN S LATE D.
  The snow , di s solv ed,n omor e  is s een, T he fields and woods, b eh old! a re gr een.
  The ch anging yea r r enews th e pl a in , 
  The riversknowtheir bank s  again;  The  spright ly Nympha n d nakedGra ce  T hem a zy  dance togeth e r  tra ce ;
  The  ch angingyea r's  su cce ss ive plan  Procla im smo rt ali ty to man.
  R ou ghWi nte r's b l asts t o Spr inggi ve way ,
  Spr i ng y ield sto  Sum mer 's  sove reig n  ra y;                10 
 T hen Sum mer sinks inAu tumn's rei gn ,
 And W i n ter chil ls the world again:
  H e r losse s s oon t he m oon suppl ies ,
  Bu t w r etched  man,whenon ceh e  lies  W her ePriam andh i s s ons a re  lai d,
  Is  nought but ashes, and  a shade.
  W hoknow s if  Jo v e, who  c o unt s our score,
  Wi ll toss us  i n  a  morning m o re? 
 What w ith you r fri e nd younobly sha re,
  Atle asty o u r escue from  your he ir.                  20
 N otyou,Torqua t us,  boas t of R om e,
  W hen M in os oncehas fix'd your doom,
 Or elo quenc e,or splend idb irt h,

. IV._VERSES 6-11.

_ "Go to the_ant, thou_sluggard!"

_ Turn_on_the prudent ant_thy heedless eyes,
_ Observe her labours,_sluggard! and be_wise.
_ No stern command, no monitory voice
  Prescribes her duties or directs her_choice;
_ Yet,_timely_provident,_she hastes away,
  To_snatch the blessings of a_plenteous day;
_ When fruitful Summer loads the teeming plain,
__She crops the_harvest, and she stores the grain.

   How_long shall Sloth usurp thy useless_hours,
  Unnerve_thy_vigour,_and unchain thy powers?_     _     _    10
  While_artful shades thy downy couch inclose,
_ And soft solicitation courts_repose,
 _Amidst the drowsy charms of_dull delight,
 _Year chases_year with unremitted_flight;
  Till Want now following,_fraudulent and slow,
_ Shall spring to seize thee_like_an ambush'd foe.

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  HORACE,

  LIB._IV. ODE VII. TRANSLATED.

  The_snow, dissolved,_no more_is seen,
  The fields and woods, behold! are green.
 _The changing year renews the plain,
_ The rivers know_their banks_again;
_ The sprightly_Nymph_and naked_Grace
  The mazy dance together trace;
_ The_changing year's successive plan
  Proclaims_mortality to man.
 _Rough_Winter's blasts to Spring give way,
_ Spring yields to Summer's sovereign_ray;    ___    _     _  10
_ Then Summer sinks in Autumn's reign,
__And Winter chills the world again:
__Her losses soon the moon supplies,
__But_wretched man, when once he_lies
  Where Priam and his_sons are laid,
  Is nought but ashes, and_a shade.
 _Who knows if Jove, who_counts_our_score,
  Will toss us in a morning more?
 _What with_your friend you_nobly share,
  At least you rescue from your heir._      _          _      20
 _Not you, Torquatus, boast of Rome,
 _When Minos once has_fix'd_your doom,
  Or eloquence, or splendid_birth,
