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EPIGRAM CCLXIV.

[I Shudder, if perchance I meet]

SIC ERAT IN FATIS.

I Shudder, if perchance I meet
Long-winded Dromio in the street:
For surely no man living says
So little, in so tedious phrase.
Dromio, it seems, is doom'd by fate,
On nothing evermore to prate:—
But destiny, by the same decree,
Assigns an heavier lot to me;
Me, who whenever I come near him,
Am doom'd eternally to hear him!