I
Proem
Unlike the common run of men,I wield a double power to please,And use the GRAVER and the PENWith equal aptitude and ease.
I move with that illustrious crew,The ambidextrous Kings of Art;And every mortal thing I doBrings ringing money in the mart.
Hence, in the morning hour, the mead,The forest and the stream perceiveMe wandering as the muses lead—Or back returning in the eve.
Two muses like two maiden aunts,The engraving and the singing muse,Follow, through all my favourite haunts,My devious traces in the dews.
To guide and cheer me, each attends;Each speeds my rapid task along;One to my cuts her ardour lends,One breathes her magic in my song.