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,

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.

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…

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…

SING out pent Soules, sing cheer… Care Shackles you in Liberty, Mirth frees you in Captivity: Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde?

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

Lucasta, frown, and let me die, But smile, and see, I live; The sad indifference of your eye Both kills and doth reprieve. You hide our fate within its scree…

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…

Were it that you so shun me, 'caus… (Cruels’t) a fellow in your wretch… Or that you take some small ease i… Torments, to heare another sadly g… I were most happy in my paines, to…

Sweet serene skye-like Flower, Haste to adorn her Bower: From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head. II.

The childish god of love did swear… Thus: By my awfull bow and quiver… Yon’ weeping, kissing, smiling pai… I’le scatter all their vowes i’ th… And their knit imbraces shiver.

Now Whitehall’s in the grave, And our head is our slave, The bright pearl in his close shel… Now the miter is lost, The proud Praelates, too, crost,

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. EPIG. Trinarii quodam currentem in litto… Ante canes leporem caeruleus rapui… At lepus: in me omnis terrae pelag… Forsitan et coeli, si canis astra…

WHEN I by thy faire shape did sw… And mingled with each Vowe a tear… I lov’d, I lov’d thee best, I swore as I profest ; For all the while you lasted warme…