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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace

De Quintia Et Sesbia. Ep. 87

DE QUINTIA ET LESBIA.  EP. 87.
 
Quintia formosa est multis, mihi candida, longa,
 Recta est; haec ego sic singula confiteor:
Tota illud formosa nego: nam multa venustas;
 Nulla in tam magno est corpore mica salis.
Lesbia formosa est quae, cum pulcherrima tota est,
 Tum omnibus una omneis surripuit veneres.
 
                  ENGLISHED.
 
Quintia is handsome, fair, tall, straight: all these
Very particulars I grant with ease:
But she all ore 's not handsome; here’s her fault:
In all that bulk there’s not one corne of salt,
Whilst Lesbia, fair and handsome too all ore,
All graces and all wit from all hath bore.

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