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HORACE TO HIS PAGE.
ODE. XXXVIII.—BOOK I.
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Persicos odi, puer, apparatus
Displicent nexæ philyra coronæ,
Mitte sectari rosa quo locorum
Sera moretur
Displicent nexæ philyra coronæ,
Mitte sectari rosa quo locorum
Sera moretur
Simplici myrto nihil adlabores
Sedulus, curo; neque te ministrum
Dedecet myrtus, neque me sub arctâ
Vite bibentem.
Sedulus, curo; neque te ministrum
Dedecet myrtus, neque me sub arctâ
Vite bibentem.
Much I mislike your orient parade, boy,
Little delight in coronals and posies,
Cease then to seek where longest undecayed, boy,
Linger the roses!
Little delight in coronals and posies,
Cease then to seek where longest undecayed, boy,
Linger the roses!
Bring simple myrtle, nothing intertwining
Myrtle alone will not become you meanly,
You nor myself, boy, 'neath my vine reclining,
Sipping serenely.
Myrtle alone will not become you meanly,
You nor myself, boy, 'neath my vine reclining,
Sipping serenely.
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