Horace: The Epistles
Book I: Epistle IX
Translated by A. S. Kline © 2005 All Rights Reserved
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How much you think of me, for when he begs, no, forces
Me with prayers, to try to praise and present him to you†
As one worthy of choice for your noble household
And intentions, thinking I fill a close friendís place,
He sees and knows better than I what power I may have.
I gave him many reasons why I should be excused:
But feared to be thought to have minimised my role,
Hiding my true influence, just to oblige myself.
So to avoid the accusation of a worse crime,
Iíve stooped to trying to win by
Yet if you endorse lack of modesty at a friendís request,
Admit him to your circle, know he is fine and brave.
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