Ex otio Negotium Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher |
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In Candidum Epig. 43.
These are thy Κοινα φιλων these are they(Candidus) which thou soundst out night and day.
Thy gown is washd in the Calabrian spring,
Or of those flocks their fleece to Parma bring.
But mine as one that passed the bulls hornes, stares,
Or which would scarce be owned by the first haires,
Agenor's son's regret countrey sends thee coats,
Thou canst not fell my scarlet for three groats.
Thou hangst with Indian teeth thy Libian rings,
My beechen table's propd with earthen things
Thy gold-tipd plates rich barbles do bedight
My dish is red with self-look'd Aconite.
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My hands my Ganymedes most duly are.
Of this thy wealth thou nought bestowest on us
Thy friends: yet cry'st out Κεινα Candidus.
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