Don Juan

‘Fie upon you,’ people cry,
‘Luring girls with wanton eye
Like some hunter in the street
Skilled to snare each maid you meet.’

So they say, and yet we know
Zeus and Hades' king below
And Poseidon, ocean's lord,
All obeyed fierce Passion's word.

If the gods must yield to Love,
Why should I more stubborn prove?
Gods for men should models be:
Right for them is right for me.
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Philodemus
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