The brasen tower with doors close barred,
And watchful bandogs frightful guard,
Kept safe the maidenhead
Of Danae from secret love,
Till smiling Venus and wise Jove
Beguiled her father's dread:
For, changed into a golden shower,
The god into her lap did pour
Himself, and took his pleasure.
Through guards and stony walls to break
The thunderbolt is far more weak
Than is a golden treasure.
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Horace
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