THE ACCOMPT

by: Anacreon (c.572-488 BC)

      F thou dost the number know
      Of the leaves on every bough,
      If thou can'st the reckoning keep
      Of the sands within the deep;
      Thee of all men will I take,
      And my Love's accomptant make.
      Of Athenians first a score
      Set me down; then fifteen more;
      Add a regiment to these
      Of Corinthian mistresses,
      For the most renown'd for fair
      In Achaea sojourn there;
      Next our Lesbian Beauties tell;
      Those that in Ionia dwell;
      Those of Rhodes and Caria count;
      To two thousand they amount.
      Wonder'st thou I love so many?
      'Las of Syria we not any,
      Egypt yet, nor Crete have told,
      Where his orgies Love doth hold.
      What to those then wilt thou say
      Which in eastern Bactria,
      Or the western Gades remain?
      But give o'er, thou toil'st in vain;
      For the sum which thou dost seek
      Puzzles all arithmetic.
       
      TRANSLATED BY THOMAS STANLEY, 1651

"The Accompt" is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown Publishers, 1921.

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