A fourth paraphrase.  E.F. 
To Maecenas.  Odes, I. 20 E.F. 
To Barine.  Odes, II. 8 R.M.F. 
The reconciliation.  I. Odes, III. 9 E.F. 
The reconciliation.  II.  R.M.F. 
The roasting of Lydia.  Odes, I. 25 R.M.F. 
To Glycera.  Odes, I. 19 R.M.F. 
To Lydia.  I. Odes, I. 13 E.F. 
To Lydia.  II.  R.M.F. 
To Quintius HIRPINUS.  Odes, II. 11 E.F. 
Wine, Women, and song.  Odes, I. 18 E.F. 
An ode to fortune.  Odes, I. 35 E.F. 
To A jar of wine.  Odes, III. 21 E.F. 
To POMPEIUS varus.  Odes, II. 1 E.F. 
The poet’s metamorphosis.  Odes, II. 20 E.F. 
To Venus.  Odes, I. 30 E.F. 
In the Springtime.  I. Odes, I. 4 E.F. 
In the Springtime.  II.  R.M.F. 
To A bully.  Epode VI.  E.F. 
To mother Venus. 
To Lydia.  Odes, I. 8 E.F. 
To Neobule.  Odes, III. 12 R.M.F. 
At the ball Game.  Odes, V. 17.  R.M.F. 
Epilogue.  E.F.

AN INVITATION TO MAECENAS

Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask
  Of wine solicits your attention;
And roses fair, to deck your hair,
  And things too numerous to mention. 
So tear yourself awhile away
  From urban turmoil, pride, and splendor,
And deign to share what humble fare
  And sumptuous fellowship I tender. 
The sweet content retirement brings
Smoothes out the ruffled front of kings.

The evil planets have combined
  To make the weather hot and hotter;
By parboiled streams the shepherd dreams
  Vainly of ice-cream soda-water. 
And meanwhile you, defying heat,
  With patriotic ardor ponder
On what old Rome essays at home,
  And what her heathen do out yonder. 
Maecenas, no such vain alarm
Disturbs the quiet of this farm!

God in His providence obscures
  The goal beyond this vale of sorrow,
And smiles at men in pity when
  They seek to penetrate the morrow. 
With faith that all is for the best,
  Let’s bear what burdens are presented,
That we shall say, let come what may,
  “We die, as we have lived, contented! 
Ours is to-day; God’s is the rest,—­
He doth ordain who knoweth best.”