C ARM I. 38.

Boy , I dislike this Persian frippery,
These linden-twisted chaplets please not me,
Pray take no pains to find for me where grows
The latest lingering rose.
Twine not the myrtle spray with studious care,
Plain myrtle leaves we both may fitly wear, —
Thou as my page, I as I sip my wine
Beneath my thick-leaved vine.