Odes 3.7 (Creech): Quid Fles, Asterie

ANd why does fair Asteria mourn?
And why despair of his return?
The first Spring Winds shall thy Dear Love restore,
Soft Gales shall waft the charming Youth
Of constant and unshaken truth
With Wealthy lading to the Roman Shore:

He's driven to a distant Coast,
Whilst Winter binds the Floods with Frost;
Sleep grows a Stranger to his Eyes:
He mourns in melancholly Creeks,
Whilst falling Tears freez on his Cheeks,
And lengthens out the lingring Night with sighs:

Whilst some from Chiloë strive to move
And draw him to another Love;
They tell the fury of her Flame;
They tell how melted in thy Fires
The miserable Maid expires,
And use all Arts that Treacherous Wit can frame:

They tell how Phaedra's treacherous Tears
Did urge believing Proetus Fears,
And with what Lustful heat she strove;
What Crimes she feign'd to hasten on
The Death of chast Bellerophon,
And take sharp vengeance for her slighted Love:

How neer chast Peleus reacht his Fate
And felt the force of Woman's hate,
Whilst from Hyppolite He fled;
A Thousand tales, those Bawds to Vice
They still force on him, to entice
Or fright him to despairing Chloe's Bed:

In vain, in vain, He hears no more
Than Rocks when Winds and Waters roar;
Nor owns the Conquest of her Eyes:
But, fair, take heed, and guard your Heart,
And let not fond Eunipe's Art
Steal in, and your unguarded Soul surprize.

Tho none with equal manly force
In Mars his Field can guide his Horse,
Tho none appears so brave in Arms;
Tho none with equal Art divides
The headlong force of Tiber's Tides,
Yet scorn the winning beauty of his Charms:

Shut all your doors at Evening's shade,
Nor when you hear a Serenade
Look down with a regarding Eye:
Although he vows, and mourns his pains,
And calls Thee cruel, and complains;
Be cruel Still, and more and more deny.