Ex otio Negotium Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher |
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De suis Libellis, Epig. 4.
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De suis Libellis, Epig. 4.
My lines are not alone delighted here,Nor doe I spend them on the idle eare,
But by the sowre Centurion they are lost
Under his ensignes in the Getick frost.
And Brittain's said my verse to sing: But what
Can thence accrew? my purse ne're hears of that.
What never dying Papers could I write?
And glorious wars in a rich strain Indite!
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And Rome to me a sweet Mæcenas give!
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