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Anacreon the poet composed many delightful songs; for a luxurious
life was allotted to him by the Fates. But Alcaeus and Archilochus of
Paros the god did not permit to devote their muse to mirth and
pleasure. For constrained as they were to endure toil, now of one sort,
now of another, and by abusing those who wronged them they lightened
the burdens imposed on them by Heaven. But as for me, the law forbids
me to accuse by name those who, though I have done them no wrong, try
to show their hostility to me; and on the other hand the fashion of
education that now prevails among the well-born deprives me of the use
of the music that consists in song. For in these days men think it more
degrading to study music than once in the past they thought it to be
rich by dishonest means. Nevertheless I will not on that account
renounce the aid that it is in my power to win from the Muses. Indeed I
have observed that even the barbarians across the Rhine sing savage
songs composed in language not unlike the croaking of harsh-voiced
birds, and that they delight in such songs. For I think it is always
the case that inferior musicians, though they annoy their audiences,
give very great pleasure to themselves. And with this in mind I often
say to myself, like Ismenias -- for though my talents are not equal to
his, I have as I persuade myself a similar independence of soul -- "I
sing for the Muses and myself."

However the song that I now sing has been composed in prose, and it
contains much violent abuse, directed not, by Zeus, against others --
how could it be, since the law forbids? -- but against the poet and
author himself. For there is no law to prevent one's writing either
praise or criticism of oneself. Now as for praising myse