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 Do you wonder for what reason, Theodorus, notwithstanding your 
frequent requests and importunities, I have never presented you 
read more 
 Do you wonder for what reason, Theodorus, notwithstanding your 
frequent requests and importunities, I have never presented you 
with my works? I have an excellent reason; it is lest you should 
present me with yours. 
 Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
 At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.  
 Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
 At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin. 
 Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye
 Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie.
  Sweet read more 
 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.] 
 See how the mountain goat hangs from the summit of the cliff; you 
would expect it to fall; it read more 
 See how the mountain goat hangs from the summit of the cliff; you 
would expect it to fall; it is merely showing its contempt for 
the dogs. 
 I could do without your face, and your neck, and your hands, and 
your limbs, and your bosom, and read more 
 I could do without your face, and your neck, and your hands, and 
your limbs, and your bosom, and other of your charms. Indeed, 
not to fatigue myself with enumerating each of them, I could do 
without you, Chloe, altogether. 
 In whatever place you meet me, Postumus, you cry out immediately, 
and your very first words are, "How do read more 
 In whatever place you meet me, Postumus, you cry out immediately, 
and your very first words are, "How do you do?" You say this, 
even if you meet me ten times in one single hour: you, Postumus, 
have nothing, I suppose, to do. 
 Since your legs, Phoebus, resemble the horns of the moon, you 
might bathe your feet in a cornucopia.  
 Since your legs, Phoebus, resemble the horns of the moon, you 
might bathe your feet in a cornucopia. 
 "You are too free spoken," is your constant remark to me, 
Choerilus. He who speaks against you, Choerilus, is read more 
 "You are too free spoken," is your constant remark to me, 
Choerilus. He who speaks against you, Choerilus, is indeed a 
free speaker. 
 You ask for lively epigrams, and propose lifeless subjects. What 
can I do, Caecilianus? You expect Hyblaen or Hymethian read more 
 You ask for lively epigrams, and propose lifeless subjects. What 
can I do, Caecilianus? You expect Hyblaen or Hymethian honey to 
be produced, and yet offer the Attic bee nothing but Corsican 
thyme?