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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace

De Puero Et Praecone. Catul.

DE PUERO ET PRAECONE.  CATUL.
 
Cum puero bello praeconem qui videt esse,
 Quid credat, nisi se vendere discupere?
 
 
                   CATUL.
 
With a fair boy a cryer we behold,
What should we think, but he would not be sold?

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