“I dislike Persian frippery, my boy: I do not care for garlands tied with linden bast; don't go looking for a place where the late rose lingers. Please don't go to the trouble of adding anything to plain myrtle; myrtle is entirely suitable for you as a servant, and for me as I sit drinking beneath the thick vine leaves.”
[Persicos odi, puer, apparatus, displicent nexae philyra coronae; mitte sectari rosa quo locorum sera moretur. Simplici myrto nihil allabores sedulus curo: neque te ministrum dedecet myrtus neque me sub arta vite bibentem.]
Horace, Odes, Book I, Ode 38, trans. Niall Rudd.

Daniel J. — A Girl Like You:

“‘What can you do?’
‘Very little to the purpose, Miss Vernon; something, however, I can pretend to—When my groom has dressed my horse I can ride him, and when my hawk is in the field, I can fly him.’
‘Can you do this?’ said the young lady, putting her horse to a canter.
There was a sort of rude overgrown fence crossed the path before us, with a gate composed of pieces of wood rough from the forest; I was about to move forward to open it, when Miss Vernon cleared the obstruction at a flying leap.”
Walter Scott, Rob Roy, Chapter Fifth, 1817 [Diana ‘Die’ Vernon].

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