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Odes 1.20 (Gladstone): Vile Potabis
Translated by W. E. Gladstone (1894) · From Odes, Book I
Cheap Sabine wine, in modest cup,
Come, drink with me. I sealed it up
When gathered Rome would have thee hear
Its rapturous cheer.
Dear Knight Maecenas, let the banks
Of thine own stream repeat those thanks,
And echoing Vatican again
Renew the strain.
Calenian wines are pressed for thee
And Caecuban; for such as me,
Falernum, and the Formian hill
No beakers fill.
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MLA
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.20 (Gladstone): Vile Potabis.” Translated by W. E. Gladstone. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/364/.
Chicago
Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus). “Odes 1.20 (Gladstone): Vile Potabis.” Translated by W. E. Gladstone. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/horace/364/.
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