ODE
IX
.
The
Author
apologizes
to
a
Lady
,
for
his
being
a
little
man
.
Natura
nusquam
magis
,
quam
in
minimis
tota
est
.
PLIN
.
foreign
.
HOM
.
I.
YES
,
contumelious
fair
,
you
scorn
The
amorous
dwarf
,
that
courts
you
to
his
arms
,
But
ere
you
leave
him
quite
forlorn
,
And
to
some
youth
gigantic
yield
your
charms
,
Hear
him
—
oh
hear
him
,
if
you
will
not
try
,
And
let
your
judgment
check
th'
ambition
of
your
eye
.
II
.
Say
,
is
it
carnage
makes
the
man
?
Is
to
be
monstrous
really
to
be
great
?
Say
,
is
it
wise
or
just
to
scan
Your
lover's
worth
by
quantity
,
or
weight
?
Ask
your
mamma
and
nurse
,
if
it
be
so
;
Nurse
and
mamma
,
I
ween
,
shall
jointly
answer
,
no
.
III
.
The
less
the
body
to
the
view
,
The
soul
(
like
springs
in
closer
durance
pent
)
Is
all
exertion
,
ever
new
,
Unceasing
,
unextinguish'd
,
and
unspent
;
Still
pouring
forth
executive
desire
,
As
bright
,
as
brisk
,
and
lasting
,
as
the
vestal
fire
.
IV
.
Does
thy
young
bosom
pant
for
fame
;
Woud'st
thou
be
of
posterity
the
toast
?
The
poets
shall
ensure
thy
name
,
Who
magnitude
of
mind
not
body
boast
.
Laurels
on
bulky
bards
as
rarely
grow
,
As
on
the
sturdy
oak
the
virtuous
misletoe
.
V.
Look
in
the
glass
,
survey
that
cheek
—
Where
FLORA
has
with
all
her
roses
blush'd
;
The
shape
so
tender
,
—
looks
so
meek
,
—
The
breasts
made
to
be
press'd
,
not
to
be
crush'd
—
Then
turn
to
me
,
—
turn
with
obliging
eyes
,
Nor
longer
Nature's
works
,
in
miniature
,
despise
.
VI
.
Young
AMMON
did
the
world
subdue
,
Yet
had
not
more
external
man
than
I
;
Ah
!
charmer
,
should
I
conquer
you
,
With
him
in
fame
,
as
well
as
size
,
I'll
vie
.
Then
,
scornful
nymph
,
come
forth
to
yonder
grove
,
Where
I
defy
,
and
challenge
,
all
thy
utmost
love
.