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Horace: Book I, Ode 23

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"Vitas hinnuleo me similis, Chloë——"

Why shun me, my Chloë? Nor pistol nor bowie

Is mine with intention to kill.

And yet like a llama you run to your mamma;

You tremble as though you were ill.

No lion to rend you, no tiger to end you,

I'm tame as a bird in a cage.

That counsel maternal can run for The Journal— You get me, I guess. … You're of age.

Something Else Again

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