PASTOR CUM 



TRANSLATION FROM HORACE 



When he, that shepherd false, 'neath Phrygian 

 sails, 

 Carried his hostess Helen o'er the seas, 

 In fitful slumber Nereus hush'd the gales. 



That he might sing their future destinies. 

 A curse to your ancestral home you take 

 With her, whom Greece, with many a 

 soldier bold, 

 Shall seek again, in concert sworn to break 

 Your nuptial ties and Priam's kingdom 

 old. 

 Alas ! what sweat from man and horse must 

 flow, 

 What devastation to the Trojan realm 

 You carry, even now doth Pallas show 

 Her wrath — preparing buckler, car, and 

 helm. 

 In vain, secure in Aphrodite's care. 



You comb your locks, and on the girlish 

 lyre 

 Select the strains most pleasant to the fair ; 



In vain, on couch reclining, you desire 

 To shun the darts that threaten, and the 

 thrust 



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