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Horace: Epode 15 / _"Nox erat et caelo fulgebat Luna sereno -- -- "_
"How sweet the moonlight sleeps," I quoted, / "Upon this bank! " that starry night -- / The night you vowed you'd be devoted -- / I'll tell the world you held me tight.
The night you said until Orion / Should cease to whip the wintry sea, / Until the lamb should love the lion, / You would, you swore, be all for me.
Some day, Neaera, you'll be sorry.
No mollycoddle swain am I.
I shall not sit and pine, by gorry!
Because you're with some other guy!
No, I shall turn my predilection / Upon some truer, fairer Jane; / And all your prayer and genuflexion / For my return shall be in vain.
And as for _you_, who choose to sneer, O, / Though deals in lands and stocks you swing, / Though handsome as a movie hero, / Though wise you are -- and everything;
Yet, when the loss of her you're mourning, / How I shall laugh at all your woe!
How I'll remind you of this warning, / And laugh, "Ha! ha! I told you so! "