The works of Horace, translated into verse With a prose interpretation, for the help of students. And occasional notes. By Christopher Smart ... In four volumes |
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ODE XXXVIII. TO HIS SERVANT.
He would have him bring nothing for the gracing of his banquet but myrtle.
Scoff o' the plaited coronet's refulgence;
Seek not in fruitless vigilance the rose-tree's
Tardier offspring.
Mere honest myrtle that alone is order'd,
Me the mere myrtle decorates, as also
Thee the prompt waiter to a jolly toper
Hous'd in an arbour.
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