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Catullus (Part XXIV) Lyrics
O thou blossom of all the race Juventian
Not now only, but all as yet arisen,
All to flower in after-years arising;
Midas' treasury better you presented
Him that owns not a slave nor any coffer,
Ere you suffer his alien arm's presuming.
What? you fancy him all refin'd perfection?
Perfect! truly, without a slave, a coffer.
Slight, reject it, away with it; for all that
He, he owns not a slave nor any coffer
Not now only, but all as yet arisen,
All to flower in after-years arising;
Midas' treasury better you presented
Him that owns not a slave nor any coffer,
Ere you suffer his alien arm's presuming.
What? you fancy him all refin'd perfection?
Perfect! truly, without a slave, a coffer.
Slight, reject it, away with it; for all that
He, he owns not a slave nor any coffer
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