ODE XX. TO MÆCENAS.
He invites Mæcenas to an entertainment by no means sumptuous.
Dear knight, with me you shall partake
In sober cups of Sabine wine,
Poor bev'rage of Horatian make,
Which with these hands of mine
Was well secur'd that very day,
When such applause in thund'ring roar
Was giv'n your merit at the play;
Till from the sounding shore
Of
your own Tiber, back it came,
And at Mount Vatican arriv'd.
There echo, pleas'd t'augment your fame,
The gen'ral peal reviv'd.
You on Calenian juice can dine,
And may rich Cæcuban afford;
But Formian or Falernian wine
Appear not at my board.
