Odes of Horace - Ode 1.38

Horace: Ode: 38 Lib: 1

I hate the princely Sumptuousness
Of Persian banquetts, and the dress
Of Rosie garlands: Pass not where
Those Roses growe; but voyd of care
Nothing but Myrtle doe prepare.

(The Myrtle usefull is to mend
The vapours, which from wine ascend)
Neither disgrace will't be to thee
It to provide; nor yett to mee,
Drinking neath Bacchus shady tree.
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