I put a civil question, Lyddy:
Is that a way to treat one's stiddy?

What mean those marks upon thee, girl?
Those prints of brutal osculation?
Great grief! that lowlife and that churl!
That Telephus abomination!
Can him, O votary of Venus,
Else everything is off between us.

O triply beatific those
Whose state is classified as married,
Untroubled by the green-eyed woes,
By such upheavals never harried.
Ay, three times happy are the wed ones,
Who cleave together till they're dead ones.



To Be Quite Frank

IN CHLORIN

Horace: Book III, Ode 15.

"_Uxor pauperis Ibyci_--"


Your conduct, naughty Chloris, is
Not just exactly Horace's