#platycladus

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives

While the poet is not required For holy sacrifice unto Apollo, Within the bustling worldly cares He is faint-heartedly immersed; Silent is his sacred lyre; His soul lies deep in wintry sleep, And of the