Ex otio Negotium Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher |
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Ad Flaccum, Epig. 56.
When to our age times may subscribe of yore,And Rome's encreased great with her Emperour,
Dost wonder Maro's fancy wanting is?
And none sound wars like that brave Trump of his?
Let patrons (Flaccus) Poets soon will bee,
Thy Country shall yield Uirgil unto thee.
When near Cremona Tytirus did weep
His wretched acres, and loss'd flock of sheep
The royal Tuscan smiled: Fell poverty
Repuls'd, and by command away to fly:
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And cryed my sweet Alexis love with mee.
He that most amiable did waiting stand
Filling black falerne wine with snowy hand,
And tasted cups gave to his rosie lip,
Which might solicite Jove himselfe to sip.
Course Galatea from the Poet drops,
And Sun-burnt Thestilis in harvest crops.
Forthwith he fancied Rome, arms, and the Prince:
Which the poor Gnat mournd but a moment since.
What should I quote the Uari? Marsi? and
The glorious names of Poets rich in land?
Which to recfunt would be a tedious pain?
Shall I then be thy Virgil, if again
Thou wilt Mæcenas bounty shew to mee?
I'le not thy Virgil, but thy Marsus bee.
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