56. The Voyage -

S PENDOPHORUS must on his lord attend

And soon to Libya his way will wend.

Give him, dear Love, a wand and those soft darts

Wherewith thou woundest eager lovers' hearts.

Cuirass and shield and helm I leave to thee,

He will be safe if naked he shall be,

E'en as Parthenopaeus felt no blow

From foemen's dart while they could see his brow.

But whomsoe'er he pierces straight will die

Of love — how happy in death's agony!

O beauty bright, from Africa come home

And grow to manhood here with us in Rome.

Author of original: 
Martial
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