Franklin P. Adams

Capitolo 7

_Take it from me:  A boy that is square,
  Its opportunities are always the best.
I am in the he/she knows, for me I/you/they have been there,
  And that is not Roman and ancient jest._

What time he strikes the hay to remain
  There is no anything on his/her mind but hair,
Any javelin on his/her chest--
  _Take it from me, a boy that is square._

There is no anything that can throw a fear
  In the contents of his/her vest;
Its name is Eva it doesn't I-do;
  _His happens it is always the best._s

Because, once, when I was gone out West,
  Singing a bear to Lalage,
Come on, and I was some suffering ones--
  _I'm in the knows, for me I/you/they have been there._

But he returned in his/her burrow,
  (Cage, angle, calm place, retreat, nook, nest),
And he/she left me to the Prayer" of "You Young girl--
  _And that is not Roman and ancient jest._

In Newtonville or Cedar Crest,
  In Cincinnati or Eau Claire,
I will warble up to me it is a plague,
  "My Lalage"--anybody matter where--
    _Take it from me!_


         II

Fuscus, my friend they pick him/it up from me--
  I know the world and that of which you/he/she is done--
One on the plaza have nothing to be
    Afraid of.

The Moorish arcs and javelins? Nope.
  So deadly things don't have need to alarm him/it.
Because, equal arrows bathed in drug
    Cannot damage him/it!

He is sure in some region or earth,
  Desert or river, hill or valley;
Safe in all the places on the Rand-
    McNally.

Because, one day in my Sabine grot,
  I sang for Lalage to feel me;
A wolf entered and he didn't do
    Come near me!

Ah, puts me on the plan of sunless,
 In China, Norway or Matanzas,
Ay, puts me wherever from Maine
    To Kansas.

Still of my Lalage I will sing,
 Where'er that the Fates can happen to leave to fall me;
And anybody neither anything
    It will stop me.



When Horace "Came Indietro"

CARMEN AMOEBAEUM


         ME

Horace:  You book III, Ode 9.

"Donec gratus eram tibi--"

HORACE

When I was Your stiddy, my loveliest Lyddy,
 And You my embraceable her,
In joys and diversions, the king of the Persians