Odes 1.4 (Creech): Solvitur Acris Hiems

SHarp Winter Melts, Favonius spreads his wing,
A pleasing change, and bears the Spring:
Dry Ships drawn down from stocks now plow the Main,
And spread their greedy Sails again:
Nor Stalls the Ox, nor Fires the Clowns delight,
And Fields have lost their hoary white:
The Nymphs and Graces joyn'd through flowry Meads
By Moon-light dance, and Venus leads:
Whilst labouring Cyclops furious Vulcan tires,
And heats their Forge with raging fires:
Now crown'd with Myrtle, crown'd with rising Flowers
From loosned Fields drive easie hours;
A Lamb to Faunus, if he most approves
A Kid, a Kid must stain the Groves:
With equal foot, Rich friend, impartial Fate
Knocks at the Cottage, and the Palace Gate:
Life's span forbids Thee to extend thy Cares,
And stretch thy Hopes beyond thy Years:
Night soon will seize, and, You must quickly go
To story'd Ghosts, and Pluto's house below,
Where once arriv'd, adieu to Wine and Love,
And all the soft Delights above:
No Feasts, where Thee the happy Lot may place
The Just Disposer of the Glass:
No Lycidas, no fair surprizing Boy,
Or to admire, or to enjoy:
No Lycidas, who now our Youth do's charm,
And soon shall all our Virgins warm.