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DE PUERO ET PRAECONE.… Cum puero bello praeconem qui vide… Quid credat, nisi se vendere discu… CATUL. With a fair boy a cryer we behold,
In mine one monument I lye, And in my self am buried; Sure, the quick lightning of her e… Melted my soul ith’ scabberd dead; And now like some pale ghost I wa…
That frown, Aminta, now hath drow… Thy bright front’s pow’r, and crow… Me that was bound. No, no, deceived cruel, no! Love’s fiery darts,
AUSONIUS LIB. I. EPIG. Thesauro invento qui limina mortis… Liquit ovans laqueum, quo perituru… At qui, quod terrae abdiderat, non… Quem laqueum invenit nexuit, et pe…
AD LESBIAM, CAT. EP. 73. Dicebas quondam, solum to nosse C… Lesbia, nec prae me velle tenere… Dilexi tum te, non tantum ut vulgu… Sed pater ut gnatos diligit et gen…
Thou snowy farme with thy five ten… Tell thy white mistris here was on… That call’d to pay his dayly rents… But she a-gathering flowr’s and he… And thou left voyd to rude possess…
See! what a clouded majesty, and e… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth s… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so sweet…
AD FABULLUM. CATUL. LIB… Caenabis bene, mi Fabulle, apud m… Paucis, si dii tibi favent, diebus… Si tecum attuleris bonam atque mag… Caenam, non sine candida puella,
What, so beyond all madnesse is th… Now he hath got out of himself! His fatal enemy the Bee, Nor his deceiv’d artillerie, His shackles, nor the roses bough
OH thou that swing’st upon the wa… Of some well—filled Oaten Beard, Drunke ev’ry night with a Delicio… Dropt thee from Heav’n, where now… II
Lucasta TELL me Alexis what this parting… That so like dying is, but is not… Alexis It is a swounding for a while from…
And why an honour’d ragged shirt,… Like tatter’d ensigns, all its bod… Should it be swathed in a vest so… It were enough to set the child on… Dishevell’d queen[s] should strip…
Depose your finger of that Ring, And Crowne mine with’t awhile Now I restor’t.—Pray, do’s it bri… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,
AD M. T. CICERONEM. CATUL EP. 50. Disertissime Romuli nepotum, Quot sunt, quotque fuere, Marce T… Quotque post alios erunt in annos,
Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkind… That from the nunnerie Of thy chaste breast and quiet min… To warre and armes I flie. True: a new Mistresse now I chase…