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Ad suos ministros, Epig. 65.
Callistus fill four cups of muscadine,And in coole snow my boy dissolve the wine.
Let my moyst hair grow rich with perfurme sweats,
And tyre my brows with rose-bud coronets.
The royal tombes commands us live: since they
Teach that the very gods themselves decay.
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