Explore "Jealousy" by Franklin P. Adams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
AD LYDIAM / Horace: Book I., Ode 13. / _"Quem tu, Lydia, Telephi / Cervicem roseam, cerea Telephi -- "_
What time thou yearnest for the arms / Of Telephus, I fain would twist 'em; / When thou dost praise his other charms / It just upsets my well-known system; / My brain is like a three-ring circus, / In short, it gets my _capra hircus_.
My reason reels, my cheeks grow pale, / My heart becomes unduly spiteful, / My verses in the _Evening Mail_ / Are far from snappy and delightful. / I put a civil question, Lyddy: / Is that a way to treat one's stiddy?
What mean those marks upon thee, girl? / Those prints of brutal osculation? / Great grief! that lowlife and that churl! / That Telephus abomination! / Can him, O votary of Venus, / Else everything is off between us.
O triply beatific those / Whose state is classified as married, / Untroubled by the green-eyed woes, / By such upheavals never harried. / Ay, three times happy are the wed ones, / Who cleave together till they're dead ones.