A Poetical Translation of the elegies of Tibullus and of the poems of Sulpicia. With The Original Text, and Notes Critical and Explanatory. In two volumes. By James Grainger |
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THE EIGHTH POEM.
[At last the Fair's determin'd not to go]
At last the Fair's determin'd not to go:My Lord! you know the Whimsies of the Sex.
Then let us gay carouze, let Odours flow;
Your Mind no longer with her Absence vex:
For oh! consider, Time incessant flies;
But every Day's a Birth-day to the Wise!
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