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Ex otio Negotium

Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher
Fletcher, R.
  
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In Afrum, Epig. 79.

Now that the sixtieth harvest thou hast known,
And that thy face with snow is over-grown
Thou runn'st through all the Citty, every seat,
And bringst thine Ave in a toylsome sweat,
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Nor can a man salute a Tribune free,
There's never a Consul can be rid of thee.
To Cæsar's House thou walkst ten times a day,
And talkst of nothing less than Courtiers gay,
(Afer) tis bad in Boyes that go to School,
Nought's more absurd than an old medling fool.
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