93. To Quintus Ovidius in Absence -
N ARNIA , aloof upon thy cloven hill
Where milk-white eddies ever whirl and play,
Why wilt thou keep my Quintus from me still?
'Tis thy delight to hold my friend away:
That spite doth mar the very fields I till;
Save when he dwells thereby, no worth have they,
Spare me, nor let thy greed our friendship sever,
So may thy wondrous bridge endure for ever.
Where milk-white eddies ever whirl and play,
Why wilt thou keep my Quintus from me still?
'Tis thy delight to hold my friend away:
That spite doth mar the very fields I till;
Save when he dwells thereby, no worth have they,
Spare me, nor let thy greed our friendship sever,
So may thy wondrous bridge endure for ever.
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