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Lucasta

Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace
 

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[Quinti Catuli.] Englished.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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[Quinti Catuli.] Englished.

As once I bad good morning to the day,
O' th' sudden Roscius breaks in a bright Ray:
Gods with your favour, I've presum'd to see,
A mortal fairer then a Deitie.
With looks and hands a Satyre courts the boy,
Who draws back his unwilling Cheek as coy.
Although of Marble hewn, whom move not they?
The Boy Ey'n seems to weep the Satyre pray.