Book III.26 of The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace

XXVI.

For ladies's love I late was fit,
And good success my warfare blest,
But now my arms, my lyre I quit,
And hang them up to rust or rest.
Here, where arising from the sea
Stands Venus, lay the load at last,
Links, crowbars, and artillery,
Threatening all doors that dared be fast.
O Goddess! Cyprus owns thy sway,
And Memphis, far from Thracian snow:
Raise high thy lash, and deal me, pray,
That haughty Chloe just one blow!

Viri Puellis.

Vixi puellis nuper idoneus
et militaui non sine gloria;
nunc arma defunctumque bello
barbiton hic paries habebit,

laeuom marinae qui Veneris latus 5
custodit. Hic, hic ponite lucida
funalia et uectis et arcus
oppositis foribus minacis.

O quae beatum diua tenes Cyprum et
Memphin carentem Sithonia niue 10
regina, sublimi flagello
tange Chloen semel arrogantem.

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