Wouldst fain thy far-sought purchases, Panaetius' noble treatises, And all the school of Socrates, Change for Iberian coats of mail? Alas! that hopes so fair should fail! Lestio primam modulate evi, Litore navim, Liberum et musas Veneremque et illi BOOK I. ODE XXXII. They bid me sing-If 'neath the shade In leisure hour with thee I have played Aught, that this year, and more, may be, Shall live, come, sing a Latin glee, Harp, first by Lesbian freeman sounded, Would Liber and the Muses sing, Venus, and Love who close doth cling Always to her, and Lycus' face, Black-eyed, black-haired, and full of grace. |