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Odes 1.38 (Creech): Persicos Odi
Translated by Thomas Creech (1684) · From Odes, Book I (Creech, 1684)
I Hate, my Boy, I deeply hate
The useless Persian Pomp and State;
Crowns wrought with too much Art displease;
Forbear to seek the blushing Rose,
Or where the Beauteous, Lilly grows,
Such toil disturbs our ease:
A negligent and simple dress
Thoughts free from Cares will most express;
Thy Front, my Boy, thy Front, and mine
A Myrtle Crown will best become
Whilst I sit, and quaff at Home
Beneath my shady Vine.
Codex Note
He tells his Boy that he should not take too much careabout his Entertainments.
Cite this poem
MLA
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.38 (Creech): Persicos Odi.” Translated by Thomas Creech. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/186/.
Chicago
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.38 (Creech): Persicos Odi.” Translated by Thomas Creech. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/186/.
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