To Maecenas - Poem by Eugene Field
Than you, O valued friend of mine,
A better patron _non est_!
Come, quaff my home-made Sabine wine,--
You'll find it poor but honest.
I put it up that famous day
You patronized the ballet,
And the public cheered you such a way
As shook your native valley.
Caecuban and the Calean brand
May elsewhere claim attention;
But _I_ have none of these on hand,--
For reasons I'll not mention.
So, come! though favors I bestow
Cannot be called extensive,
Who better than my friend should know
That they're at least expensive?
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