Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1644/A Roman "Round-Robin"

by Austin Dobson

A ROMAN "ROUND-ROBIN".

("HIS FRIENDS" TO Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS.)

Hæc decies repetita [non] placebit.—Ars Poetica.

Flaccus, you write us charming songs:
No bard we know possesses
In such perfection what belongs
To brief and bright addresses;

No man can say that life is short
With mien so little fretful;
No man to virtue's paths exhort
In phrases less regretful;

Or touch with more serene distress
On fortune's ways erratic;
And then delightfully digress
From Alp to Adriatic.

All this is well, no doubt, and tends
Barbarian minds to soften;
But, Quintus—we, we are your friends—
Why tell us this so often?

Why feign to spread a cheerful feast,
And then thrust in our face
These barren scraps (to say the least)
Of stoic commonplace?

Recount, and welcome, your pursuits:
Sing Lyde's loosened hair;
Sing drums and Berycynthian flutes;
Sing parsley-wreaths; but spare, —

Ah, spare to tell, what none deny,
That fairest things decay;
That time and gold have wings to fly;
That all must fate obey!

Or bid us dine—on this day week—
And pour us—if you can—
From inmost bin, as velvet sleek,
Your cherished Cæcuban;

Of that we fear not overplus;
But your didactic "tap"
(Forgive us!) grows monotonous;
Nunc vale! Verbum sap.
Austin Dobson