Likeness and Unlikeness
Yes, I am poor, Callistratus! I own;
And so was ever; yet not quite unknown,
Graced with a knight's degree; nor this alone:
But through the world my verse is frequent sung;
And " That is he! " sounds buzzed from every tongue:
And what to few, when dust, the Fates assign,
In bloom and freshness of my days is mine.
Thy ceilings on a hundred columns rest;
Wealth, as of upstart freeman, bursts thy chest;
Nile flows in fatness o'er thy ample fields;
Cisalpine Gaul thy silky fleeces yields:
Lo! such thou art, and such am I: like me,
Callistratus! thou canst not hope to be:
A hundred of the crowd resemble thee!
And so was ever; yet not quite unknown,
Graced with a knight's degree; nor this alone:
But through the world my verse is frequent sung;
And " That is he! " sounds buzzed from every tongue:
And what to few, when dust, the Fates assign,
In bloom and freshness of my days is mine.
Thy ceilings on a hundred columns rest;
Wealth, as of upstart freeman, bursts thy chest;
Nile flows in fatness o'er thy ample fields;
Cisalpine Gaul thy silky fleeces yields:
Lo! such thou art, and such am I: like me,
Callistratus! thou canst not hope to be:
A hundred of the crowd resemble thee!
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