Odes 3.20 (Creech): Non Vides Quanto

DOst see what Dangers must attend,
Thy Pious Duty to thy Friend;
'Tis hard to rob a Tygress of her Young:
Ah bafled, Thou shalt soon retreat,
And midst the shame of a defeat
Unequal Foe confess her force too strong.
When she with Fury rais'd shall move
Thro throngs of Youth that offer Love,
And strive to win her Heart; to seize the Fair;
Then shall we see who wins the Day,
And who shall seize the Beauteous Prey,
And in Nearchus have the greatest share:

Whilst you your winged Arrows draw,
She whets her Teeth, and spreads her paw;
Whilst he that must bestow the Prize
Sits unconcern'd with gloting Eyes;
On all around his Amorous glances spread,
His perfum'd loose and wanton Hair,
Permitting to the waving Air,
As sweet as Nireus or as Ganymed.