Boy, I hate their empty shows,
Persian garlands I detest,
Bring not me the late-bloom rose
Lingering after all the rest:
Plainer myrtle pleases me
Thus outstretched beneath my vine,
Myrtle more becoming thee,
Waiting with thy master's wine.
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) (65-8 BC) Italy (Ancient Rome)
Translation by William Cowper (1731-1800)
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