A Epigram: Riddle
Young Hyllus, why refuse today
What yesterday you freely granted,
Suddenly harsh and obdurate,
Who once agreed to all I wanted.
You plead your beard, your weight of years,
Your hairy chest in mitigation?
To turn a boy into a man
How long then was the night's duration?
Why, Hyllus, do you mock at me,
Turning affection into scorning?
If last night you were still a boy,
How can you be a man this morning?
What yesterday you freely granted,
Suddenly harsh and obdurate,
Who once agreed to all I wanted.
You plead your beard, your weight of years,
Your hairy chest in mitigation?
To turn a boy into a man
How long then was the night's duration?
Why, Hyllus, do you mock at me,
Turning affection into scorning?
If last night you were still a boy,
How can you be a man this morning?
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