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horace-works_25		horace-works_25			.txt	text/plain	146	5	72	ODES I. ODE XXV. TO LYDIA The wanton youths less violently shake thy fastened windows with their redoubled knocks, nor do they rob you of your rest; and your door, which formerly moved its yielding hinges freely, now sticks lovingly to its threshold. Less and less often do you now hear:" My Lydia, dost thou sleep the livelong night, while I your lover am dying? "Now you are an old woman, it will be your turn to bewail the insolence of rakes, when you are neglected in a lonely alley, while the Thracian wind rages at the Interlunium: when that hot desire and lust, which is wo nt to render furious the dams of horses, shall rage about your ulcerous liver: not without complaint, that sprightly youth rejoice rather in the verdant ivy and growing myrtle, and dedicate sapless leaves to Eurus, the companion of winter.	./cache/horace-works_25.txt	./txt/horace-works_25.txt