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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love of Thyonichus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AESCHINES.<br>Hail, sir Thyonichus.<br> <br>THYONICHUS.<br>Æschines, to you.<br> <br>AESCHINES.<br>I have missed thee.<br> <br>THYONICHUS.<br>Missed me! Why what ails him now?<br> <br>AESCHINES.<br>My friend, I am ill at ease.<br> <br>THYONICHUS.<br>Then this explains<br>Thy leanness, and thy prodigal moustache<br>And dried-up curls. Thy counterpart I saw,<br>A wan Pythagorean, yesterday.<br>He said he came from Athens: shoes he had none:<br>He pined, I'll warrant,-for a quartern loaf.<br> <br>AESCHINES.<br>Sir, you will joke-But I've been outraged, sore,<br>And by Cynisca. I shall go stark mad<br>Ere you suspect-a hair would turn the scale.<br> <br>THYONICHUS.<br>Such thou wert always, Æschines my friend.<br>In lazy mood or trenchant, at thy whim<br>The world must wag. But what's thy grievance now?<br> <br>AESCHINES.<br>That Argive, Apis the Thessalian Knight,<br>Myself, and gallant Cleonicus, supped<br>Within my grounds. Two pullets I had slain,<br>And a prime pig: and broached my Biblian wine;<br>'Twas four years old, but fragrant as when new.<br>Truffles were served to us: and the drink was good.<br>Well, we got on, and each must drain a cup<br>To whom he fancied; only each must name.<br>We named, and took our liquor as ordained;<br>But she sate silent-this before my face.<br>Fancy my feelings! 'Wilt not speak? Hast seen<br>A wolf?' some wag said. 'Shrewdly guessed,' quoth she,<br>And blushed-her blushes might have fired a torch.<br>A wolf had charmed her: Wolf her neighbour's son,<br>Goodly and tall, and fair in divers eyes:<br>For his illustrious sake it was she pined.<br>This had been breathed, just idly, in my ear:<br>Shame on my beard, I ne'er pursued the hint.<br>Well, when we four were deep amid our cups,<br>The Knight must sing 'The Wolf' (a local song)<br>Right through for mischief. All at once she wept<br>Hot tears as girls of six years old might weep,<br>Clinging and clamouring round their mother's lap.<br>And I, (you know my humour, friend of mine,)<br>Drove at his face, one, two! She gathered up<br>Her robes and vanished straightway through the door.<br>'And so I fail to please, false lady mine?<br>Another lies more welcome in thy lap?<br>Go warm that other's heart: he'll say thy tears<br>Are liquid pearls.' And as a swallow flies<br>Forth in a hurry, here or there to find<br>A mouthful for her brood among the eaves:<br>From her soft sofa passing-swift she fled<br>Through folding-doors and hall, with random feet:<br>'The stag had gained his heath': you know the rest.<br>Three weeks, a month, nine days and ten to that,<br>To-day's the eleventh: and 'tis just two months<br>All but two days, since she and I were two.<br>Hence is my beard of more than Thracian growth.<br>Now Wolf is all to her: Wolf enters in<br>At midnight; I am a cypher in her eyes;<br>The poor Megarian, nowhere in the race.<br>All would go right, if I could once _unlove_:<br>But now, you wot, the rat hath tasted tar.<br>And what may cure a swain at his wit's end<br>I know not: Simus, (true,) a mate of mine,<br>Loved Epichalcus' daughter, and took ship<br>And came home cured. I too will sail the seas.<br>Worse men, it may be better, are afloat,<br>I shall still prove an average man-at-arms.<br> <br>THYONICHUS.<br>Now may thy love run smoothly, Æschines!<br>But should'st thou really mean a voyage out,<br>The freeman's best paymaster's Ptolemy.<br> <br>AESCHINES.<br>What is he else?<br> <br>THYONICHUS.<br>A gentleman: a man<br>Of wit and taste; the top of company;<br>Loyal to ladies; one whose eye is keen<br>For friends, and keener still for enemies.<br>Large in his bounties, he, in kingly sort,<br>Denies a boon to none: but, Æschines,<br>One should not ask too often. This premised,<br>If thou wilt clasp the military cloak<br>O'er thy right shoulder, and with legs astride<br>Await the onward rush of shielded men:<br>Hie thee to Egypt. Age overtakes us all;<br>Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin,<br>Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time.<br>Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theocritus">Theocritus</a><div class=q>
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Hail, sir Thyonichus.
 
THYONICHUS.
Æschines, to you.
 
AESCHINES.
I have missed thee.
 
THYONICHUS.
Missed me! Why what ails him now?
 
AESCHINES.
My friend, I am ill at ease.
 
THYONICHUS.
Then this explains
Thy leanness, and thy pro..."></div>
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