Indorsing a w. k. Emotion
AD TULLUM
Propertius: Book I, Elegy 14.
“Tu licet abjectus Tibernia molliter unda—”
Though by the Tiber you recline,
Luxurious, inert, supine,
Drinking five quarts of Lesbian wine,
Or six.
I’m in the know, grab this from me:
That, and the wealth of Old Johndee
Plus seven multiplied by three,
Is nix.
Luxurious, inert, supine,
Drinking five quarts of Lesbian wine,
Or six.
I’m in the know, grab this from me:
That, and the wealth of Old Johndee
Plus seven multiplied by three,
Is nix.
Nope. Me for Love. When I’m with Cynth,
I, modest writer of this Plinth,
Am jutht ath good ath any printh;
And, say,
If she should suddenly grow cold,
What then would help Pierp Morgan’s gold?
By millions could I be cajoled?
Nay, nay!
I, modest writer of this Plinth,
Am jutht ath good ath any printh;
And, say,
If she should suddenly grow cold,
What then would help Pierp Morgan’s gold?
By millions could I be cajoled?
Nay, nay!