Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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You're wrong, my Friend, the Life you guess
To be so, is not Happiness.
With Gems to see your Fingers shine;
On Beds of Tortoise-shell, so fine,
Your Limbs to lay; in Down to sink:
And out of golden Vessels drink:
To loll on Chairs of Tyrian Dye,
And feast on rich Variety:
To think your Granaries abound,
With Harvests reap'd from Lybian Ground:
My Friend, you're wrong, if you believe
Such Things true Happiness can give.
To be so, is not Happiness.
With Gems to see your Fingers shine;
On Beds of Tortoise-shell, so fine,
Your Limbs to lay; in Down to sink:
And out of golden Vessels drink:
To loll on Chairs of Tyrian Dye,
And feast on rich Variety:
To think your Granaries abound,
With Harvests reap'd from Lybian Ground:
My Friend, you're wrong, if you believe
Such Things true Happiness can give.
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