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ODE XX. BOOK I.
A POET'S INVITATION.
“Vile potabis modicis Sabinum.”
If you come to dine with me,
Dainties must not be your care;
Harmless pleasure, social glee,
And the Poet's frugal fare;
Dainties must not be your care;
Harmless pleasure, social glee,
And the Poet's frugal fare;
These I give—and should my Lord
Me to visit humbly deign,
Port is all I can afford,
He must bring the bright Champaigne!
Me to visit humbly deign,
Port is all I can afford,
He must bring the bright Champaigne!
Cool beneath a spreading vine,
Jovial Horace, thirsty chap, he
Quaff'd his rich Falernian wine,
With Mæcenus snug and happy—
Jovial Horace, thirsty chap, he
Quaff'd his rich Falernian wine,
With Mæcenus snug and happy—
We, in lodgings near the skies,
Of Apollo humbler scions,
Banquet amidst London Cries,
And the bray of Kent-Street Lions.
Of Apollo humbler scions,
Banquet amidst London Cries,
And the bray of Kent-Street Lions.
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