Classic Poem

A NTONIUS loves my humble verses, friend,
If to his letter we may credence lend;
The glory of our wise Tolosa he,
Child of repose and bland felicity.
Go then, my book, and be of love a token
Whose strength by journeys long is never broken,
A trivial thing, if one should buy and give,
But from the author value you derive.
Great is the difference 'tween fountain-head
And water stagnant in a trough of lead.