EPIGRAM 63. BOOK III. AS you are one, Sir HARRY, prythee tell us, EPIG. 63. LIB. III. COTILE, bellus homo es, dicunt hoc, Cotile, multi, Cantica qui Nili, qui Gaditana susurrat: Inter fœmineas tota qui luce cathedras Desidet, atque aliqua semper in aure sonat: Qui legit hinc, illinc missas, scribitque tabellas: Pallia vicini qui refugit cubiti: Knows when the Marquis first had Lady B, Enough, Sir HARRY!-'tis Herculean work; EPIGRAM 26. BOOK III. NATURE and Art have lavish'd ev'ry charm Yet though in knowledge thou alone would'st shine, That ev'ry thing is thine, I can't agree ; Thy wife, for instance-her we share with thee! Qui scit, quam quis amet, qui per convivia currit: Quid narras? hoc est, hoc est, homo, Cotile, bellus? EPIG. 26. LIB. III. PRÆDIA solus habes, et solus, Candide, nummos: Et cor solus habes, solus et ingenium. negare: Uxorem sed habes, Candide, cum populo. EPIGRAM II. BOOK VI. THOUGH Friendship once was deem'd a sacred vow, Learn, SAM, the cause from me—they far'd alike. You're richly dress'd, in thread-bare coat I go; And EPIG. 11. LIB. VI. QUOD non sit Pylades hoc tempore, non sit Orestes, Nec melior paniş, turdusve dabatur Oresti: EPIGRAM 48. BOOK VI. TIS not with wit you entertain your guests; Your good things are your dinners, not your jests. EPIGRAM 67. BOOK II. WITH a' How do you do?' in the park, or the street, You accost me, NICANOR, whenever we meet. But as you at your bank have your trade to pursue, To meet me so often,-pray how do you do? EPIGRAM 41. BOOK V. VENUS you paint, Minerva you admire, EPIG. 48. LIB. VI. QUOD tam grande sophos clamat tibi turba togata: EPIG. 67. LIB. II. OCCURRIS quocunque loco mihi, Posthume, clamas Hoc, si me decies una conveneris hora, Dicis. Habes puto tu, Posthume, nil quod agas. EPIG. 41. LIB. V. PINXISTI Venerem: colis, Artemidore, Minervam, BOOK II. EPIGRAM 19. YOU think me happy when I'm ask'd to dine, EPIGRAM 40. BOOK VI. WHEN, LYCE, you were young and fair, Now SOPHY, as these sighs declare, Has set my heart on fire. What she is now, you cannot be; In your sad fate, her own to see, EPIG. 19. LIB. II. FELICEM fieri credis me, Zoile, cœna: EPIG. 40. LIB. VI. FŒMINA præferri potuit tibi nulla, Lycori, Hæc erit hoc, quod tu: tu non potes esse, quod hæc est. |