From Horace, Volume Two, Appendix, translation by John EvelynLYDIA
"Lydia, I conjure you, say,
Why hate you so to make away
Poor Sybaria with love?
Why hates he now the open air?
Why heat, and clouds of dust to bear,
Does he no more approve?"
From Ode VIII, To Lydia
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