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In Mamurram. Epig. 60.
Mamurra, long and much stalk'd up and downThe stalls, where all the goods are fold in Rome,
Beholds the boyes, and with them feeds his eyes,
Nere prostitute from their first cottages,
Such whom the Cages kept in secresie,
Close from my cronies and the peoples eye,
Thence ful, he calls for the round tables down,
And t'have the high placed Ivory open showne,
And measuring the Tortoise beds thrice ore,
As too small for his Cypress groaned sore.
Then smells if purely Corinth the brass scent,
And Delian statues give him no content.
Complains the crystalls mix'd with Courser glass.
Marks myrrhine Cupps, and ten aside doth place,
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Wrought cups by noble Mentur's cunning there,
And numbers the green Em'ralds layd in gold,
Or any from the eares that take their hold,
Then seeks true gems in table boards most nice.
And of rich pretious Jaspers asks the price.
Tyred and departing when the eleventh houre come,
He bought two farthing cupps, and carr'd them home.
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