Ex otio Negotium Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher |
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Ad Flaccum, Epig. 101
Flaccus I would not have a Wench so thinWhose armes my litle Rings can compass in.
Whose buttock bones would shave, and knee prick harsh,
That wears th'Saws in her loyns, Spears in her arss.
Nor would I one that's of a thousand weight,
I'de have some flesh but not all glory fat,
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