Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • And bid Neaera come and trill,
  • Her bright locks bound with careless art:
  • If her rough porter cross your will,
  • Why then depart.
  • Soon palls the taste for noise and fray,
  • When hair is white and leaves are sere:
  • How had I fired in life's warm May,
  • In Plancus' year!