Sol 5.6

  1. Had my reproachers declared war on me

    when amid the skirmishes I had grown love-mad,

  2. then surely a handsome band would rise for an Egyptian

    when honor was stirred—should some addled man go soft.

  3. My people—whenever a cock bares its two molars before them,

    they fly to it, in throngs and one by one.

Sol 5.6