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
.