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13885	Horace	Echoes from the Sabine Farm			.txt	text/plain	12406	1260	93	a common friend, when the subject of publishing a book for Field came up Come, dear old friend, and with us twain But, good old friend, I charge thee well, That we shall say, let come what may, For I shall sing the joys that spring To-morrow willing hands shall sacrifice to thee a kid. For in thy honor he shall die,--the offspring of the herd,-And with his crimson life-blood thy cold waters shall be stirred. Thy dancing, babbling waters shall in song our homage claim. Let's sing our songs and drink our wine Still shall I love my Lalage, Sweet Phyllis, I have here a jar of old and precious wine, Come now, sweet Phyllis, of my loves the last, and hence the best To the friends and the gods who love you? Shall tender loves be plighted. Come, friends, it's time that we should go;	./cache/13885.txt	./txt/13885.txt