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"Mollis inertia cur tantam diffuderit imis"

Mæcenas, you fret me, you worry me

Demanding I turn out a rhyme;

Insisting on reasons, you hurry me;

You want my iambics on time.

You say my ambition's diminishing;

You ask why my poem's not done.

The god it is keeps me from finishing

The stuff I've begun.

Be not so persistent, so clamorous.

Anacreon burned with a flame

Candescently, crescently amorous.

You rascal, you're doing the same!

Was no fairer the flame that burned Ilium.

Cheer up, you're a fortunate scamp,

… Consider avuncular William

And Phryne, the vamp.