To Sosicrates
What spells an empty plate can weave!
How all his friends a poor man leave!
They loved you when you gold could give,
Now love with gold is fugitive.
Once it was " Sweety," " dearest Don,"
To-day another tune is on;
" I wonder why on earth he came:
Who is he, pray, and what's his name?"
How all his friends a poor man leave!
They loved you when you gold could give,
Now love with gold is fugitive.
Once it was " Sweety," " dearest Don,"
To-day another tune is on;
" I wonder why on earth he came:
Who is he, pray, and what's his name?"
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