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...Si mihi nectareos praeberet Jupiter haustus, Nollem ego deliciaa posthabuisse tuas. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving...withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And send'st it back to me : Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee. Serta ego...

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...wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd be. But thon thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell the Hot of itself, but thee. FROM THE SHEPHERD'S HOLlDAY. NYMPH l. THUS, thus, begin : the yearly rites...

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...ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It would not wither'd be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent it back to me ; Since then, it...

...might I of Jove's nectar sup I would not change for thine. I sent thec late a rosy wreath, Not «о to carry his ordnance to the very walls of the town, whereas the wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And scnt'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,...

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...Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be : ti'ii tnou tnereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows and smells,...

...sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, , As giving it a hope, that there It might not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe,...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. Ben Jonson. XXV. ^ropínatto aü (íTdíam. LUMINIBUS prior ipsa tuis, mea vita, propines, Sic referent...