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EPIGRAMS.
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ON A GLOVE STOLEN FROM DELIA.
Delia, while thine, this glove I curst,Which to hide that fair hand durst;
But, because that fair hand wore it,
Now 'tis mine, I do adore it.
FROM THE ITALIAN.
“Tell me,” cried Aminta, “whyThe god of love hath ne'er an eye?'
“Ah!” quoth Corydon, “'cause he
Gave his two bright eyes to thee.”
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FROM THE LATIN.
Burning love and burning hate,My soul at once excruciate:
The cause, alas! I can't explain;
But so it is—and, oh, the pain!
[Dido first Sichæus wed,—]
Infelix Dido nunquam bene nupta marito;
Hoc pereunte fugit, hoc fugiente perit.
Hoc pereunte fugit, hoc fugiente perit.
Dido first Sichæus wed,—
Sichæus dying—Dido fled;
Dido next Eneas tried;
Eneas flying—Dido died
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