Her charms, and winged Mercury!
ODE xxvi.—B. 3.
TO THE SAME.
He renounces Love.
Not without renown was I,
In the ranks of gallantry.
Now, when Love no more will call,
To battle; on this sacred wall,
Venus, where her statue stands,
To hang my arms, and lute commands;
Here the bright torch to hang, and bars,