Odes 3.12 (Creech): Miserarum Est

'TIs hard to be deny'd to prove
The soft Delights of pleasing Love,
'Tis hard to be deny'd to play,
And with sweet Wine wash Cares away,
Still to be tost with doubting fear
Lest angry Friends should prove severe,
And with sharp chidings wound our Ear.
Young wanton Cupid's Darts and Bow
Have forc't thy Spindle from Thee now,
Thy Wool, and all Minerva's toyls
Are charming Hebre's Beauties spoyls;
He lives thy minds continual Theme,
And you can think on nought but him;
Hebre, a Youth of Manly force,
None sits so well the manag'd Horse;
Bellerophon would strive in vain
To guide with so gentile a Rein:
In all He shows a Manly grace,
In Cuffing stout and swift in Race,
When His oyl'd Arms have cut the Flood
In swimming strong; He takes the Wood,
Thro Plains pursues the flying Doe,
And shoots with an unerring Bow;
Or else for Bores His Toyls He sets,
And takes them foaming in his Nets.