Ex otio Negotium Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher |
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Ad Labienum, Epig. 50.
When (Labiene) by chance I thee did seeSitting alone, I thought thou hadst bin three.
The number of thy baldnesse me deceivd,
For here and there thy haires I then retreivd,
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Upon thy crown lyes a large vacant room,
A floor wherein no hair's observ'd to bee.
Yet this December's error yeilds to thee,
That when the Emp'ror keeps his solemn day,
Thou carry'st three shares of his almes away.
Geryon I suppose was such a one,
But when thou seest Phillippus Porch, begon,
If Hercules shall spy thee th'art undone.
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