Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa <br />Rendred almost word for word without Rhyme according to the <br />Latin Measure, as near as the Language permit. <br /> <br />WHAT slender Youth bedew'd with liquid odours <br />Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave, <br />Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou <br />In wreaths thy golden Hair, <br />Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he <br />On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas <br />Rough with black winds and storms <br />Unwonted shall admire: <br />Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold, <br />Who alwayes vacant, alwayes amiable <br />Hopes thee; of flattering gales <br />Unmindfull. Hapless they <br />To whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me in my vow'd <br />Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung <br />My dank and dropping weeds <br />To the stern God of Sea. <br /> <br />[The Latin text follows.]<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fifth-ode-of-horace-lib-i/
