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…

AD M. T. CICERONEM. CATUL EP. 50. Disertissime Romuli nepotum, Quot sunt, quotque fuere, Marce T… Quotque post alios erunt in annos,

UNHAPPY youth betrayd by Fate To such a Love hath Sainted Hate… And damned those Cælestiall bonds Are onely knit with equal hands ; The Love of Great Ones? 'Tis a…

How I grieve that I am well! All my health was in my sicknes, Go then, Destiny, and tell, Very death is in this quicknes. II.

Introth, I do my self perswade, That the wilde boy is grown a man, And all his childishnesse off laid… E’re since Lucasta did his fires… H’ has left his apish jigs,

Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sighed, when she did close The world in frosty chains! And then a frown to rubies froze

Amarantha sweet and faire, Ah brade no more that shining hair… As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee, let it flye. II.

HITHER with hallowed steps as i… That must enshrine this saint with… profound, And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent…

FLORIDI. DE EBRIOSO. Phoebus me in somnis vetuit potare… Pareo praeceptis: tunc bibo cum vi… OF A DRUNKARD. Phoebus asleep forbad me wine to t…

Twas not for some calm blessing to… Thou didst thy polish’d hands in s… It were no blessing thus obtain’d; Thou rather would’st a curse have… Then let thy warm driven snow be e…

MART. EPI. XLIII. LIB. I. Conjugis audisset fatum cum Porti… Et substracta sibi quaereret arma… Nondum scitis, ait, mortem non pos… Credideram satis hoc vos docuisse…

I’m un-ore-clowded, too! free from… The blind and late Heaven’s-eyes… Obscured with the false fires of h… Not half those souls are lightned… Unhappy murmurers, that still repi…

For cherries plenty, and for coran… Enough for fifty, were there more… For elles of beere, flutes of cana… That well did wash downe pasties-… For peason, chickens, sawces high,

From the dire monument of thy blac… Wher now that vestal flame thou do… As in the inmost cell of all earth… II. Sacred Lucasta, like the pow’rful…

Forbear, thou great good husband,… A little respite from thy flood of… Thou, thine own horse and cart und… Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigi… Down with thy double load of that…