Why shouldst thou sweare I am for… Since thine I vow’d to be? Lady, it is already Morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.

THOU snowy Farme with thy five… Tell thy white Mistris here was o… That call’d to pay his dayly Rent… But she agathering Flowr’s and He… And thou left voyd to rude Posses…

Forbear this liquid fire, Fly, It is more fatal then the dry, That singly, but embracing, wounds… And this at once both burns and dr… II.

O thou that swing’st upon the wavi… Of some well—fillèd oaten beard, Drunk every night with a delicious… Dropped thee from heaven, where no… The joys of earth and air are thin…

IN RUFUM. CATUL. EP. 64. Noli admirari, quare tibi foemina… Rufe, velit tenerum supposuisse fe… Non ullam rarae labefactes munere… Aut pellucidulis deliciis lapidis.

AD QUINTIUM. CAT. EP. 83. Quinti, si tibi vis oculos debere… Aut aliud si quid carius est oculi… Eripere ei noli, multo quod carius… Est oculis, seu quid carius est oc…

Night! loathed jaylor of the lock’… And tyrant-turnkey on committed da… Bright eyes lye fettered in thy du… And Heaven it self doth thy dark… Thou dost arise our living hell;

TIS true the beauteous Starre To which I first did bow Burnt quicker, brighter far Then that which leads me now ; Which shines with more delight:

Now the Peace is made at the Foes… Whilst men of Armes to Kettles th… And drinke in Caskes of Honourabl… In ev’ry hand a Cup be found, That from all Hearts a health may…

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,

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…

AVIENI V. C. AD AMICOS. Rure morans, quid agam, respondi,… Mane, deum exoro famulos, post arv… Partitusque meis justos indico lab… Inde lego, Phoebumque cio, Musamq…

Hearke, reader! wilt be learn’d it… A gen’rall in a gowne? Strike a league with arts and scar… And snatch from each a crowne? II.

Ah LUCASTA, why so bright? Spread with early streaked light! If still vailed from our sight, What is’t but eternall night? II.

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…