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ET others Rhodes or Mytilene sing, Or Ephesus, or Corinth, set between Two seas, or Thebes, or Delphi, for its king
 * Each famous, or Thessalian Tempe green;

There are who make chaste Pallas' virgin tower
 * The daily burden of unending song,

And search for wreaths the olive's rifled bower;
 * The praise of Juno sounds from many a tongue,

Telling of Argos' steeds, Mycenæ's gold.
 * For me stern Sparta forges no such spell,

No, nor Larissa's plain of richest mould,
 * As bright Albunea echoing from her cell.

O headlong Anio! O Tiburnian groves,
 * And orchards saturate with shifting streams!

Look how the clear fresh south from heaven removes
 * The tempest, nor with rain perpetual teems!

You too be wise, my Plancus: life's worst cloud
 * Will melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,

Dwell you in camps, with glittering banners proud,
 * Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.

When Teucer fled before his father's frown
 * From Salamis, they say his temples deep

He dipp'd in wine, then wreath'd with poplar crown,
 * And bade his comrades lay their grief to sleep: