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Ausonius, Epigrams 99

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On Narcissus, who turned into the eponymous flower after falling in love with his own reflection.

furitis, procaces Naides,
amore saevo et irrito:
ephebus iste flos erit.

You’ve been driven mad, wanton water-nymphs, by a love which is savage and vain: that young lad of yours will be a flower.

Written by aleatorclassicus

September 2, 2010 at 12:00 PM

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