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 But set no store by writers, Ashamed I saw you wait. But, Chloe, though you shun me, Your later mood has won me To own, the ill you've done me  Adds glory to the State. 2em XII OW strange they seem, those hours of eld, When on the slightest provocation, Dear Bibulus, we were impelled To unrestrained potation!

Alike when Sirius burned on high, And when the days grew short and bleaker, We dipped our noses, you and I, Deep in the brimming beaker.

We talked of poetry and love— Our hearts were sensitive as tinder— And praised, all other bards above, The majesty of Pindar.

But Oh! How little did I think That I should come, the festive Flaccus, To follow Pindar's rule of drink And turn my back on Bacchus!

And yet when mighty Caesar banned The wine-jar, and himself foreswore it, 41