Albi Ne Doleus...Horace Poem by Morgan Michaels

What good does it to fret and kick
over the latest indiscretions of a thoughtless girl
Albi, or churn out strophes on love's labor
lost to a younger man?

Behind her bangs Lycorida
burns with lust for Cyrus-himself unashamed
to worship Pholean, that slut, who claims
'Sooner will Pulian wolves

Shag Coan ewes than I that snake! '
Suchwise is brazen Venus pleased to vex us
yoking disparate souls in twain, then laughing
cruelly at her joke.

Why. I myself was wooed by a highborn lass
once, but fell to the charms of Myrtle, who in fact,
purchased her bonds, turned and slipped
them smoothly on me.