Carmen 78: To His Favourite

Can none, of all the Roman race,
Engage your heart? And shall alone
Be folded in your fond embrace
One of Pisaurus' sickly town!

That wretch, whom you so much prefer,
Is sallow as a gilded bust:
But, o sweet fav'rite, have a care!
You little know to whom you trust.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.