Odes 3.14 (Creech): Herculis Ritu

CAesar, who like Alcides, Rome,
Did march to bring the Laurel home,
Bought with his Death; from distant Spain
Is now return'd in Peace again:

Let Caesar's Queen, with one content
With Pious thanks just Gods present;
His Sister too, as bright in Charms
And great as Caesar in his Arms:

And you whose Sons kind Fates restore
With humble modesty adore;

Ye smiling Maids, ye Girls and Boys
And you that tast the Marriage joys,
With Mirth salute our Conquering Lord,
Nor drop one inauspicious Word.

This Day, to me a real Feast,
Black Cares shall banish from my Breast:
I'le fear no Tumults, fear no Pains,
Nor violent Death, whilst Caesar Reigns:

Boy bring me Oyl, and Crowns prepare,
And Wine that knew the Marsian War,
If any Cask could hidden lie
From wondring Spartacus his Eye:

Bid sweet Neoer a spread her Charms,
And hast to fly into my Arms,
But if the Cursed Porter stay,
And ask Thee questions; Come away:

Now Snowy time hath coold my rage,
I am not eager to engage,
But yet I know when I was wont
To storm at such a rude affront;
Whilst Youth was warm, but Love is cold,
And I can bear now I am old.