Horace I, 20

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Title:     Horace I, 20
Author: Eugene Field [More Titles by Field]

Than you, O valued friend of mine!
A better patron non est--
Come, quaff my home-made Sabine wine--
You'll find it poor but honest.

I put it up that famous day
You patronized the ballet
And the public cheered you such a way
As shook your native valley.

Cæcuban and the Calean brand
May elsewhere claim attention,
But I have none of these on hand--
For reasons I'll not mention.

 

ENVOY.

So come! though favors I bestow
Can not be called extensive,
Who better than my friend should know
That they're, at least, expensive!

[The end]
Eugene Field's poem: Horace I, 20

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