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To His Slave. - Translations From Horace.

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OD. i. 38.     Persian grandeur I abhor;     Linden-wreathed crowns, avaunt:     Boy, I bid thee not explore     Woods which latest roses haunt:     Try on nought thy busy craft     Save plain myrtle; so arrayed     Thou shalt fetch, I drain, the draught     Fitliest 'neath the scant vine-shade.

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