GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0893.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.9.1-3.9.20 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0893.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.9.1-3.9.20
While I had power to bless you,Nor any round that neck his arms did flingMore privileged to caress you,Happier was Horace than the Persian king.LydiaWhile you for none were piningSorer, nor Lydia after Chloe came,Lydia, her peers outshining,Might match her own with Ilia's Roman fame.HoraceNow Chloe is my treasure,Whose voice, whose touch, can make sweet music flow:For her I'd die with pleasure,Would Fate but spare the dear survivor so.LydiaI love my own fond lover,Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:For him I'd die twice over,Would Fate but spare the sweet survivor thus.HoraceWhat now, if Love returningShould pair us 'neath his brazen yoke once more,And, bright-hair'd Chloe spurning,Horace to off-cast Lydia ope his door?