Classic Poem

Book I. Ode XXXIII

No more, Tibullus , mope and grieve
That Glycera could so deceive;
Nor tune the Elegiac strain,
Deserted for a junior swain!

Lycoris , with her beauties crown'd,
Is to the car of Cyrus bound;
And Cyrus , from her passion free,
Descends to homely Pholoi .

But sooner Goat and Wolf can join,
Than Pholoi to him incline;
So wills the Goddess, whose delight
Is oppositions to unite.

With temper, and superior charms,
Me Lydia courts into her arms;
But I am slave to Myrtale ,
Wild as an Adriatic sea.