A PARODY ON AN ODE of HORACE, As TRANSLATED by Mr. FARQUHAR. Charlotte Lennox (née Ramsay) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T139692 K110146.000 Lennox, Charlotte, ca. 1729-1804. Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. London printed for, and sold by S. Paterson 1747 pp. 55-57. [8],88p.; 8⁰.

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A PARODY ON AN ODE of HORACE , As TRANSLATED by Mr. FARQUHAR . IN Love , where Cares distract the Mind , Where Fear to smiling Hope is join'd ; Where Grief the long-sought Joy precedes , And late Remorse that Joy invades ; Show me among the happiest there , Who would not wish for Freedom here . In Freedom , Friend , the Wise delights , For this the Curtain-lectur'd Nights : For this she storms the peaceful Man , And curses nuptial Ties in vain . Since Love then is too weak to cure That female Vice , the Thirst of Power ; Happy the Maid who guards her Heart Against the sweetly-painful Dart : Who charm'd by Liberty alone , Will no intruding Passion own . In Love what can we hope to find . But Pleasures that leave Stings behind ? Delusive Hopes of Happiness , Airy Dreams of fancy'd Bliss ? Which shadow-like will disappear , When the approaching Form comes near . Cease then to court a certain Ill , If free at present , keep so still . Forbear that meaning Glance to throw ; The Dart which meditates the Foe May back upon thyself recoil , And catch thee in the artful Toil . Love o'er the abject Breast may reign , With all its light fantastic Train Of Wishes , Cares , and fond Desires , Fears and Hopes , and jealous Fires ; Be mine from the soft Folly free , Freedom alone has Charms for me .