Classic Poem

Although with Sophocles thou share the bays,
Though matchless be thy touch on Roman lyre,
Away with work, nor read Catullus' plays,
Awhile bid trim-tressed Elegy retire;
I send my verse to cheer thee at the fire
A comrade meet at Saturn's festival.
Unless thou deem the season doth require
But merry games nor any book at all.