9 Fix but on these your ruling aim, And Time, the sire of manly care, Will fancy's dazzling colours tame; A soberer dress will beauty wear: Then shall esteem, by knowledge led, Enthrone within your heart and head Some happier love, some truer fair. ODE IV. AFFECTED INDIFFERENCE. TO THE SAME. 1 Yes: you contemn the perjured maid Who all your favourite hopes betray'd: Nor, though her heart should home return, Her tuneful tongue its falsehood mourn, Her winning eyes your faith implore, Would you her hand receive again, Or once dissemble your disdain, Or listen to the siren's theme, Or stoop to love: since now esteem And confidence, and friendship, is no more. 2 Yet tell me, Phaedria, tell me why, When, summoning your pride, you try To meet her looks with cool neglect, Or cross her walk with slight respect (For so is falsehood best repaid), Whence do your cheeks indignant glow? Why is your struggling tongue so slow? What means that darkness on your brow, As if with all her broken vow You meant the fair apostate to upbraid? ODE V. AGAINST SUSPICION. 1 Oh, fly! 'tis dire Suspicion's mien; And, meditating plagues unseen, The sorceress hither bends: Behold her touch in gall imbrued: Behold--her garment drops with blood Of lovers and of friends. 2 Fly far! Already in your eyes I see a pale suffusion rise; And soon through every vein, Soon will her secret venom spread, And all your heart and all your head Imbibe the potent stain. 3 Then many a demon will she raise To vex your sleep, to haunt your ways; While gleams of lost delight Raise the dark tempest of the brain, As lightning shines across the main Through whirlwinds and through night. 4 No more can faith or candour move; But each ingenuous deed of love, Which reason would applaud, Now, smiling o'er her dark distress, Fancy malignant strives to dress Like injury and fraud. 5 Farewell to virtue's peaceful times: Soon will you stoop to act the crimes Which thus you stoop to fear: Guilt follows guilt; and where the train Begins with wrongs of such attain, What horrors form the rear! 6 'Tis thus to work her baleful power, Suspicion waits the sullen hour Of fretfulness and strife, When care the infirmer bosom wrings, Or Eurus waves his murky wings To damp the seats of life. 7 But come, forsake the scene unbless'd, Which first beheld your faithful breast To groundless fears a prey: Come where, with my prevailing lyre, The skies, the streams, the groves conspire To charm your doubts away.