BOOK 1, ODE 5

" Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa — "

O R , P YRRHA , tell me who's the guy,
The boob, the simp you've got a date with?
(Well I recall what time 'twas I
You'd tête-a-tête with!)

I saw him in the barber's chair:
His face perfumed with scented water,
And oil upon his shoes and hair —
Dressed for the slaughter!

I do not know this kid whose goat
You've got by saying you adore him.
But, take it from this famous pote,
I'm sorry for him!

The fates deal kindly with the lad!
This crush of his — how he will rue it!
He'll call you everything that's Bad —
Ain't I been through it?