Od. Ii. 15. Spouse Of Penniless Ibycus, Thus Late, Bring To A Close All Thy Delinquencies, All Thy Studious Infamy:- Nearing Swiftly The Grave - (That Not An Early One) - Cease Girls' Sport To Participate, Blurring Stars Which Were Else Cloudlessly Brilliant. What Suits Her Who Is Beautiful Suits Not Equally Thee: Rightly Devastates Thy Fair Daughter The Homes Of Men, Wild As Thyad, Who Wakes Stirred By The Kettle-Drums. Nothus' Beauty Constraining Her, Like Some Kid At His Play, Holds She Her Revelry: Thy Years Stately Luceria'S Wools More Fitly Become - Not Din Of Harpsichords, Not Pink-Petalled Roseblossoms, Not Casks Drained By An Old Lip To The Sediment.