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horace-works_115		horace-works_115			.txt	text/plain	265	20	87	EPODES. ODE XII. TO A WOMAN WHOSE CHARMS WERE OVER What would you be at, you woman fitter for the swarthy monsters? Why do you send tokens, why billetdoux to me, and not to some vigorous youth, and of a taste not nice? For I am one who discerns a polypus, or fetid ramminess, however concealed, more quickly than the keenest dog the covert of the boar. What sweatiness, and how rank an odor every where rises from her withered limbs! She attacks even my loathings in the most angry terms:--"You are always less dull with Inachia than me :in her company you are threefold complaisance; but you are ever unprepared to oblige me in a single instance. Even so that there was not one in company, among gentlemen of your own rank, whom his own wife admired preferably to you: oh, unhappy me, whom you fly, as the lamb dreads the fierce wolves, or the shegoats the lions!"	./cache/horace-works_115.txt	./txt/horace-works_115.txt