Into a practically unfurnished room, lighted by one gas

bald one, do not grudge the poet whose talent shines as bright as

his own bare skull the share he deserves."

Oh, Muse! drive the war far from our city and come to preside over

our dances, if you love me; come and celebrate the nuptials of the

gods, the banquets of us mortals and the festivals of the fortunate;

these are the themes that inspire thy most poetic songs. And should

Carcinus come to beg thee for admission with his sons to thy chorus,

refuse all traffic with them; remember they are but gelded birds,

Great!（8564）