The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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A Translation from Horace of Mollis inertia, February 85. |
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A Translation from Horace of Mollis inertia, February 85.
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How such a fit of Lethargy,My Senses has possest,
As if a Dose of Opium
Had buried me in rest!
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With often asking what's the CauseYou weary me your Friend,
The Satyrs which I promis'd you,
I cannot bring to end.
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So poor Anacreon, as they say,Bewitch'd by powerful Love,
Complain'd him often of his Wound,
In Melancholy Grove.
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The Mistress that you court, my Friend,Tis fit you should adore,
I like a Fool am Phygia's Slave,
Yet know she is a Whore.
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