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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From: Horace To: Phyllis Subject: Invitation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Horace: Book IV, Ode 11</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Est mihi nonum superantis annum--"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Phyllis, I've a jar of wine, <br>(Alban, B.C. 49) <br>Parsley wreathes, and, for your tresses, <br>Ivy that your beauty blesses.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Shines my house with silverware; <br>Frondage decks the altar stair-- <br>Sacred vervain, a device <br>For a lambkin's sacrifice.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Up and down the household stairs <br>What a festival prepares! <br>Everybody's superintending-- <br>See the sooty smoke ascending!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What, you ask me, is the date <br>Of the day we celebrate? <br>13th April, month of Venus-- <br>Birthday of my boss, Mycænas.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let me, Phyllis, say a word <br>Touching Telephus, a bird <br>Ranking far too high above you; <br>(And the loafer doesn't love you).</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lessons, Phyllie, may be learned <br>From Phaëton--how he was burned! <br>And recall Bellerophon was <br>One equestrian who thrown was.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Phyllis, of my loves the last, <br>My philandering days are past. <br>Sing you, in your clear contralto, <br>Songs I write for the rialto.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a></strong></div>

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