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ANTHOLOGIA.

TRANSLATION.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

With simplest fare my cloth is spread;
Nor gold nor silver grace my board;
No tapestry round this humble shed
Enthrones in state its purple lord:—
My Friend, a soul at ease is mine;
I boast to serve a gentle Muse,
And o'er my roof the clust'ring vine
Pours for that friend its mellowest juice.