Classic Poem

I used to be one who was frantic for fun;
Than I there was no one insaner.
I used to be keen for a call on a queen. …
A hardy campaigner.

No more shall I fall! I shall hang on this wall
My lute and my weapons of warfare;
To Venus I bow as these offerings I vow.
Is anything more fair?

O goddess, one favour I seek as I pray—
No boon ostentatious or showy—
Just once, for my sake, O I beg of thee, take
A wallop at Chloë.