Maxioms by Unattributed Author
I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.
I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.
Huzzaed out of my seven senses.
Huzzaed out of my seven senses.
Free soil, free men, free speech, Fremont.
Free soil, free men, free speech, Fremont.
Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye
Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie.
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Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye
Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie.
Sweet boy, with thine, thy sister's sight improved:
So shall she Venus be, thou God of Love.
[Lat., Lumine Acon dextre,--capta est Leonilla sinistre,
Et potis est forma vincere uterque dees:
Blande puer, lumen quod habes concede sorori,
Sic tu caecus Amor, sic erit illa Venus.]
