Book 1 — HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XXXVIII.
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Persicos odi, puer, apparatus.
Boy, I hate their empty shows, Persian garlands I detest, Bring not me the late-blown rose, Lingering after all the rest. Plainer myrtle pleases me, Thus outstretch'd beneath my vine; Myrtle more becoming thee, Waiting with thy master's wine.