HORACE, ODE XXXVIII. LIB. I.
Reading edition
A FRAGMENT.
persico odi, puer, adparatus; displicent nexae philyra coronae; mitte sectari, Rosa quo locorum sera moretur.
TRANSLATED BY A TREASURY CLERK, WHILE WAITING DINNER FOR THE RIGHT HON. GEORGE ROBE.
Boy, tell the Cook that I hate all nicknackeries. Fricassees, vol-au-vents, puffs, and gim-crackeries— Six by the Horse-Guards!—old Georgy is late— But come—lay the table-cloth—zounds! do not wait, Nor stop to inquire, while the dinner is staying, At which of his places Old Rose is delaying!
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