Classic Poem

H ERRICK and H ORACE Rewrite the Latter's 22nd Ode, Book I.

Fuscus, dear friend,
I prithee lend
An ear for but a space,
And thou shalt see
How Love may be
A more than saving grace.

As on a day
I chanced to stray
Beyond my own confines
Singing, perdie,
Of Lalage
Whose smile no star outshines —

So 'tranced were all
That heard me call
On Love, that (from a grot)
A wolf who heard
That tender word,
Listened and harmed me not.

Thus shielded by
The magicry
Of Love that kept me pure,
I live to praise
Her wondrous ways
Where'er I may endure.

There's but one plan:
The honest man
Wears Vertue's charmed spell;
And free from vice,
That man lives twice
Who lives the one life well.