Horace The Wise

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AD PYRRHAM

Horace: Book I, Ode 5.

_"Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa"_


What lady-like youth in his wild aberrations
  Is putting cologne on his brow?
For whom are the puffs and the blond transformations?
  I wonder who's kissing you now.
[Footnote: Paraphraser's note: Horace beat the modern song
  writers to this. The translation is literal
  enough--"Quis...gracilis te puer...urget?".]

Tee hee! I must laugh when I think of his finish,
  Not wise to your ways and your rep.
Ha! ha! how his fancy for you will diminish!
  I know, for I'm Jonathan Hep.

© Franklin Pierce Adams