The Modern Europa
My miss Europa is an Attic maid;
A crown's her price, nor need you be afraid;
No one is there to trouble your repose,
And all you ask right willingly she does.
Her room is clean; in winter there's a fire;
Dear Zeus, what more could any bull desire?
A crown's her price, nor need you be afraid;
No one is there to trouble your repose,
And all you ask right willingly she does.
Her room is clean; in winter there's a fire;
Dear Zeus, what more could any bull desire?
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