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Horace, B. I, Ode 22.<br />
By the Earl of Roscommon<br />
Out of Dryden’s Miscellany, Vol. 1. 55<br />
[p.] 61 Virtue, Dear Friend, needs no Defence,<br />
The surest Guard is Innocence:<br />
None knew, till Guilt created Fear,<br />
What Darts or poison’d arrows were.<br />
Integrity undaunted goes.<br />
Through Libyan Sands or Scythian Snows,<br />
Or where Hydaspes wealthy side<br />
Pays Tribute to the Persian Pride.<br />
For as (by am’rous Thoughts betray’d)<br />
Careless in Sabin Woods I stray’d,<br />
A grisly foaming Wolf unfed,<br />
Met me unarm’d, yet, trembling, fled. …<br />
Set me in the remotest place,<br />
That Neptune’s frozen Arms embrace;<br />
Where angry Jove did never spare<br />
One Breath of kind and temp’rate Air.<br />
Set me where on some pathless Plain<br />
The swarthy Africans complain,<br />
To see the Chariot of the Sun<br />
So near their scorching Country run.<br />
The burning Zone, the frozen Isles,<br />
Shall hear me sing of Celia’s Smiles;<br />
55 “The Twenty-Second Ode of the First Book of Horace,” By the Earl of Roscommon, in John Dryden<br />
(1631–1700), editor, Miscellany Poems, 4 th edition, 6 vols. (London: Jacob Tonson, 1716), 1:61–62. Page numbers<br />
cited by Wesley make clear it is this edition he is citing. Wesley records reading this volume in his Oxford diary (14<br />
Apr. 1726).<br />
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