Hadrian, Poems

LCL 434: 444-445

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Minor Latin Poets

I

Ego nolo Florus esse, ambulare per tabernas, latitare per popinas, culices pati rotundos.

II

Lascivus versu, mente pudicus eras.

III

Animula vagula blandula, hospes comesque corporis, quae nunc abibis in loca, pallidula, rigida, nudula, nec ut soles dabis iocos?

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Hadrian

Hadrian

I

Retort to Florusa

I’ve no mind to be a Florus Strolling round among the drink-shops, Skulking round among the cook-shops. Victim of fat-gorged mosquitoes.

II

On a Poet-friend

Your lines were wanton but your heart was clean.b

III

Hadrian’s Dying Farewell to his Soul

Dear fleeting sweeting, little soul, My body’s comrade and its guest, What region now must be thy goal, Poor little wan, numb, naked soul, Unable, as of old, to jest?

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.hadrian-poems.1934