Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
“Bid the warbling Nine retire:
Venus, string thy servant’s lyre:
Love shall be my endless theme:
Pleasure shall triumph over fame:
And when these maxims I decline,
Apollo, may thy fate be mine:
May I grasp at empty praise;
And the lose the nymph, to gain the bays.”
Matthew Prior | “In Imitation of Anacreon”