Ex otio Negotium Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher |
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Ad Flaccum Epig. 77.
Flaccus thou greatest of my cares to me,The heire of old Antenors familie!
Out with these Muses songs, and companie,
No Girle among them will bring ought to thee.
What seekst of Phœbus? tis Minerva's chest
Is full, shee's wise and hoards up all the rest.
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Weighs down her boughs with superfluitie.
Helicon has no more but springs, and bays,
The harps of Goddesses and empty praise.
With th'Sacred Fountains what hast thou to doe?
The Roman Courts more rich, and nearer too.
There the chink gingles, but about our chayr
And pulpits, Kisses only fill the Ayre.
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