Amities

I To one, on returning certain years after You wore the same quite correct clothing, You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs, You had the same old air of condescension Mingled with a curious fear That I, myself, might have enjoyed them. Te Voilel, mon Bourrienne, you also shall be immortal. II To another And we say good-bye to you also, For you seem never to have discovered That your relationship is wholly parasitic; Yet to our feasts you bring neither Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes Of discipleship. III But you, bos amic, we keep on, For you we owe a real debt: In spite of your obvious flaws, You once discovered a moderate chop-house. IV Iste fuit vir incultus, Deo Laus, quod est sepultus, Vermes habent eius vultum A-a-a-a –A-men. Ego autem jovialis Gaudero contubernalis Cum jocunda femina.