Horace: Epode 14 <br /> <br />"Mollis inertia cur tantam diffuderit imis" <br /> <br /> <br />Maecenas, you fret me, you worry me <br />Demanding I turn out a rhyme; <br />Insisting on reasons, you hurry me; <br />You want my Iambics on time. <br />You say my ambition's diminishing; <br />You ask why my poem's not done. <br />The god it is keeps me from finishing <br />The stuff I've begun. <br /> <br />Be not so persistent, so clamorous. <br />Anacreon burned with a flame <br />Candescently, crescently amorous. <br />You rascal, you're doing the same! <br />Was no fairer the flame that burned Ilium. <br />Cheer up, you're a fortunate scamp, <br />. . . Consider avuncular William <br />And Phryne, the vamp.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stalling-of-q-h-f/
