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Ad Luciferum, Epig. 21.
Phosphor produce the day: why dost delayOur joys? lo, Cæsar comes, produce the day.
Rome begs it. What slow Chariot carryes thee?
What signe? that thy sweet rayes retarded bee?
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Castor himself will lend his Horse for war,
Why dost rein in the forward eager Sun?
Apollo's Courser with their harness on,
Aurora waites: but yet the spangled night
Will not give room to the more glorious light,
Diana longs to see the Ausonian king,
Come Cæsar, though in night, thy presence bring:
For though the Stars their revolution stay,
Thee coming we shall never want a day.
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