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Epigramma Martialis. Lib. viii. Lxxvii.
The same translated.
Liber, of all thy friends, thou sweetest care,Thou worthy in eternall Flower to fare,
If thou be'st wise, with 'Syrian Oyle let shine
Thy locks, and rosie garlands crowne thy head;
Darke thy cleare glasse with old Falernian Wine;
And heat, with softest love, thy softer bed.
Hee, that but living halfe his dayes, dies such,
Makes his life longer then 't was given him, much.
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