Treasure Island

Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Ad Nepotem


O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home
We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome;
And in the country, still conjoined by fate,
Behold our villas standing gate by gate),
Thou hast a daughter, dearer far than life -
Thy image and the image of thy wife.
Thy image and thy wife's, and be it so!

But why for her, { neglect the flowing } can
{ O Nepos, leave the }

And lose the prime of thy Falernian?
Hoard casks of money, if to hoard be thine;
But let thy daughter drink a younger wine!
Let her go rich and wise, in silk and fur;

Lay down a { bin that shall } grow old with her;
{ vintage to }

But thou, meantime, the while the batch is sound,
With pleased companions pass the bowl around;
Nor let the childless only taste delights,
For Fathers also may enjoy their nights.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • * Sunprincess * (3/19/2014 8:34:00 AM)

    ......nice write...enjoyed..
    But thou, meantime, the while the batch is sound,
    With pleased companions pass the bowl around;
    Nor let the childless only taste delights,
    For Fathers also may enjoy their nights.~ (Report) Reply

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