English poem
To His Slave. - Translations From Horace.
by Charles Stuart Calverley (1831–1884)
OD. i. 38. Persian grandeur I abhor; Linden-wreathed crowns, avaunt: Boy, I bid thee not explore Woods which latest roses haunt: Try on nought thy busy craft Save plain myrtle; so arrayed Thou shalt fetch, I drain, the draught Fitliest 'neath the scant vine-shade.