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Epode VI. To Cassius Severus.

Why dost Thou, fearful to provoke
The Wolf, attack offenceless Folk?
Turn hither, if you dare, your Spite,
And bark at Me, prepar'd to bite.

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For like a Hound or Mastiff keen,
That guards the Shepherd's flocky Green,
With Ears erect, and eager Haste,
Through Snows I drive each ravening Beast;
But You, when with your hideous Yelling
You fill the Grove, at Crusts are smelling.
Beware, beware; for, sharp as Spurs,
I lift my Horns to butt at Curs;
Fierce as Archilochus I glow;
Like Hipponax a deadly Foe.
If any Mungrel shall assail
My Character with Tooth and Nail;
What! like a Truant Boy, shall I
Do nothing in Revenge—but cry?