Horace, Ode XXXVIII. Lib. I - A Fragment

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Title:     Horace, Ode XXXVIII. Lib. I - A Fragment
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

_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. EORGE 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!

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: Horace, Ode XXXVIII. Lib. I - A Fragment

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