Odes 3.18 (Creech): Faune, Nympharum

FAunus that flying Nymphs pursues,
And Courts as oft as they refuse,
If Yearly Ridglings stain thy Grove,
If the large Bowl the Friend of Love,
Still flows with Wine; if Prayers invoke,
And thy old Shrines with Odors smoak,
Defend my Fields, and sunny Farm,
And keep my tender Flocks from harm:
Or'e grassy Plains the wanton Flocks,
The Village with their idle Ox,
Sport o're the Fields, all finely drest
When cold December doth restore thy Feast:
The Lambs midst ravenous Wolves repose,
The Wood to thee spreads rustick Boughs,
The Ditcher with his Country Jugg,
Then smiles to Dance where once he dugg.