Still of my Lalage I'll sing,
Where'er the Fates may chance to drop me;
And nobody nor anything
Shall stop me.



When Horace "Came Back"

CARMEN AMOEBAEUM


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Horace: Book III, Ode 9.

"Donec gratus eram tibi--"

HORACE

When I was your stiddy, my loveliest Lyddy,
And you my embraceable she,
In joys and diversions, the king of the Persians
Had nothing on me.

LYDIA

When I was the person you penned all that verse on,
Ere Chloe had caused you to sigh,