To Venus. III-26 (From The Odes Of Horace)
Lately was I to gentle maidens suited, And not without some glory did contend, But now my weapons and my lute made useless For contests, on this wall I will suspend, That guards the left side of our sea-born Venus; Here, here, place you my gleaming waxen torch, My levers and my crow-bars that can threaten The doors that ought to open on this porch. Oh, Goddess, thou who blessed Cyprus rulest, And Memphis ever lacking Thracian snow, My Queen, in passing, with thy whip uplifted Give to my haughty Chloe just one blow.
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