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Lydia
, by all above,
1
Why bear so hard on
Sybaris
, to ruin him with love?
What change has made him shun
The playing-ground, who once so well could bear the dust and sun?
Why does he never sit
5
On horseback in his company, nor with uneven bit
His Gallic courser tame?
Why dreads he yellow
Tiber
, as 'twould sully that fair frame?
Like poison loathes the oil,
His arms no longer black and blue with honourable toil,
10
He who erewhile was known
For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?
Why skulks he, as they say
Did Thetis' son before the dawn of
Ilion
's fatal day,
For fear the manly dress
15
Should fling him into danger's arms, amid the
Lycian press?
Odes. Q. Horatius Flaccus. John Conington (Translator). London. 1882.
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