Odes 1.21 (Creech): Dianam Tenerae

YE tender Maids Diana sing;
Apollo Praise Ye rising Boys,
And both to equal Honors bring;
Latone too whom mighty Jove
Did deeply love,
And show the pious duty of your joys.

Diana sing, Diana loves
The purling Springs that softly flow,
The pleasing Woods and quiet Groves
That shady Erymanthus bears,
Or Cragis rears,
Or in cold Algidum but slowly grow.

Ye Males with equal Songs reherse
The flowry Tempe's open Air,
Or sing with an immortal Verse
Fair Delos Isle, the happy Earth
That gave him birth:
His charming Harp, his Bow, and graceful Hair.

He by your Pious Vows o'rcome
Pale Famine, and rough Wars shall drive
From Caesar, and his happy Rome,
And make those raging Plagues infest
The distant West:
Whilst we in wanton Peace and Plenty live.