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De Libro suo, Epig. 16.
I have such papers that grim Cato's wifeMay read, and strictest Sabines in their life.
I will this Book should laugh throughout and jest,
And be more wicked than are all the rest,
And sweat with wine, and with rich unguents flow,
And sport with Boyes, and with the wenches too;
Nor by Periphrasis describe that thing
That common Parent whence we all doe spring;
Which Sacred Numa once a Prick did call.
Yet still suppose these verses Saturnal.
(O my Apollinaris) this my book
Has no dissembled manners, no feign'd look.
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