Here No Fatted Oxen Be Poem by Bacchylides

Here No Fatted Oxen Be



Gold, nor purple tapestry:
But a well-disposéd mind;
But a gentle muse, and kind;
But bright wine to glad our souls,
Mantling in Boeotian bowls.

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