Tho’ I may not feel like working. One must plug it—there’s no shirking. Oh, that I might all the day Lallygag with Lalage! People say, “Gee! what a snap, Turning paragraphs and verses. He’s the band on Fortune’s cap, Gets a barrel of ses-terces.” Let them gossip, while I play Hide and seek with Lalage. Turning paragraphs and verses. Gets a barrel of ses-terces.” Let them gossip, while I play Hide and seek with Lalage. People hand me out advice: “Hod, you’re doing too much drivel. Write us something sweet and nice. Stow the satire, chop the frivol.” But we have the rent to pay, Lalage; eh, Lalage? “Hod, you’re doing too much drivel. Stow the satire, chop the frivol.” But we have the rent to pay, Lalage; eh, Lalage? [Pg 61] Ladies shy the saving sense Write me patronizing letters; And there are the writing gents, Always out to knock their betters. What cares Flaccus if he may Lallygag with Lalage! [Pg 61] Write me patronizing letters; Always out to knock their betters. What cares Flaccus if he may Lallygag with Lalage!
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