Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part XXIV) lyrics

O thou blossom of all the race Juventian Not now only, but all as yet arisen, All to flower in after-years arising; Midas' treasury better you presented Him that owns not a slave nor any coffer, Ere you suffer his alien arm's presuming. What? you fancy him all refin'd perfection? Perfect! truly, without a slave, a coffer. Slight, reject it, away with it; for all that He, he owns not a slave nor any coffer