Odes 1.7 (Creech): Laudabunt Alii

SOme Mytelen, or famous Rhodes will praise,
Or two-sea'd Corinth's honor raise;
Some Thebes for Bacchus fam'd in sounding strains,
Or flowry Tempe's open Plains:
Some fill their lasting Verse with high renown
Of Virgin Pallas learned town;
And whilst they studiously their praise bestow,
To All prefer the Olive bough:
To honor Juno, Argos some proclaim,
Or raise Mycaene, high in fame;
Not patient Sparta, Tempe's fruitful Fields,
Nor all that fat Larissa yields,
Can raise my fancy; no, I all contemn
Compar'd to fair Albunea's stream;
My water'd Orchards, headlong Anio's flood,
Or quiet Tibur's shady wood:
As fair South-winds will brush the Clouds away,
Nor alwaies brood a rainy day,
So Plancus, You, what ever life you lead,
Or play at home in Tybur's shade,
Or fill the shining Camp, and lead the War,
With Wine still wisely end thy Care:
When Teucer fled distrest by angry fate,
His Country, and his Father's hate,
With poplar Crowns He grac't his drunken head,
And thus to drooping Friends he said,
What ever Chance, the kinder Parent sends,
Wee'l bravely bear my noble Friends:
Adieu fond Care, despairing fears be gone
Whilst Teucer guides, and leads you on:
Unerring Phoebus says our hands shall raise
A City in another place,
Another Salamis: Cheer, rouze your force,
For We have often suffer'd worse:
Drink briskly round, dispell all cloudy sorrow,
Drink round, Wee'l plow the Deep to morrow.