17. To Macer
'T IS vain my Muse that you refuse your seasonable wit;
And so to do is lawless too, since Macer asks for it;
A quip, a jest will please him best—no solemn verses, pray—
For he complains your merry strains have ceased for many a day;
Reports, indeed, he ought to read as guardian of the roads;
O Appian Way, what will you say if he reads heavy odes?
And so to do is lawless too, since Macer asks for it;
A quip, a jest will please him best—no solemn verses, pray—
For he complains your merry strains have ceased for many a day;
Reports, indeed, he ought to read as guardian of the roads;
O Appian Way, what will you say if he reads heavy odes?
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