To listen to the language of his love.
Her father honour’d him: and on her breast
With ravish’d sense in her embraces prest,
He lay transported, fancy-full and blest.
Horace’s lofty genius boldlier rear’d
His manly head, and through all Nature steer’d;
Her richest pleasures in his verse refin’d,
And wrought ’em to the relish of the mind.
He lash’d with a true poet’s fearless rage,
The villanies and follies of the age;