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.
