[THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSLATION, BY DUNCOMBE, OF

HORACE’S ODE TO FORTUNE,

Of which the above Ode is a parody.

O Goddess, whose propitious sway

Thy Antium’s favourite sons obey;

Whose voice from depth of woe recalls

The wretch, and triumphs turns to funerals;

From Thee, rich crops the needy swain

Implores. Thee, sovereign of the main,

The mariner invokes, who braves