A temporary solution, I think. I don't know--maybe permanent (probably not). Ask me again in about a month.

Horace, Carmina I.xxxviii, "Persicos odi..."

Put away--please--this stuff, these ornate ways:
Away ceraceous orchids bound on linden bark,
Away your hunted gems off summer's final days;

For you, with glass (subordinating wine from urn),
Enough--the grace of myrtle's sprig will serve enough--
For me, full sprays and cups are all I yearn.

And, of course, to pay obeisance to the original:

Persicos odi, puer, apparatus,
displicent nexae philyra coronae,
mitte sectari, rosa quo locorum
sera moretur.

Simplici myrto nihil adlabores
sedulus, curo: neque te ministrum
dedecet myrtus neque me sub arta
uite bibentem.