The epigrams of M. Val. Martial; in twelve books by Marcus Valerius Martialis - WordSea
The epigrams of M. Val. Martial; in twelve books
by Marcus Valerius Martialis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1782 Excerpt: ...of renowny With blooming dragons still connubial, nods.. So thee no surreptitious fountain fail,. Whether the Paphian or the nymph endear:: So verdant still thy parent's Ides prevail,-Nor e'er thy grandsire's load become severe. Still, with Norbana Carus hail the day, This day, that ratifi'd the holy bands. He Wisdom's rites, her pious priest, shall pay: Thine incense he, while true to Jove he stands.. XIX. On SULPITIAu. Let ev'ry dame Sulpitia read, Who but one lord would please: Sulpitia's be each bridegroom's creed,. Who'd set one bride at ease. She neither boasts the Colchian's rage Nor bids Thyestes dine: No Scylla's nonsense strains her page,. Nor fabling Byblis, thine. The MB The purest loves she so displays, The joys so known to few; That who her wit with candor weighs, A chaster never knew. Such oracles Egeria gave, In her renown'd recess; That Numa held her oozy cave„ The hant of happiness. Ingenious Sappho! ah, how lost! Hadst learnt, like them, to play; Thou wert more knowing than thou wast Tho' e'en as chaste as they. But were thy ruthless Phaon here, To see both thee and her j He still, to break thy heart, I fear, Sulpitia would prefer. In vain: for not the pow'r of Jove Nor Bacchus', Phebus' love, Could tempt her widow'd heart to rove Or wander from her dove. XX. To CALEN US. FlFTEEN heavenly nuptial years,, Thou hast with Sulpitia seen:. How benign the god appears! Night and day alike serene. Oh! what joys the couch could own,, As emparadis'd ye lay, To the fragrant lampling shown! She, tho drunk, would ne'er betray. India's purest brightest gem. Lusters three have stood the test: Thou need onely number them. Atropos thou oft hast askt, Of thy book again a page: Higher would'st thou prize that cast, Than four times the Pylian age. XXI....
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The epigrams of M. Val. Martial; in twelve books
by Marcus Valerius Martialis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1782 Excerpt: ...of renowny With blooming dragons still connubial, nods.. So thee no surreptitious fountain fail,. Whether the Paphian or the nymph endear:: So verdant still thy parent's Ides prevail,-Nor e'er thy grandsire's load become severe. Still, with Norbana Carus hail the day, This day, that ratifi'd the holy bands. He Wisdom's rites, her pious priest, shall pay: Thine incense he, while true to Jove he stands.. XIX. On SULPITIAu. Let ev'ry dame Sulpitia read, Who but one lord would please: Sulpitia's be each bridegroom's creed,. Who'd set one bride at ease. She neither boasts the Colchian's rage Nor bids Thyestes dine: No Scylla's nonsense strains her page,. Nor fabling Byblis, thine. The MB The purest loves she so displays, The joys so known to few; That who her wit with candor weighs, A chaster never knew. Such oracles Egeria gave, In her renown'd recess; That Numa held her oozy cave„ The hant of happiness. Ingenious Sappho! ah, how lost! Hadst learnt, like them, to play; Thou wert more knowing than thou wast Tho' e'en as chaste as they. But were thy ruthless Phaon here, To see both thee and her j He still, to break thy heart, I fear, Sulpitia would prefer. In vain: for not the pow'r of Jove Nor Bacchus', Phebus' love, Could tempt her widow'd heart to rove Or wander from her dove. XX. To CALEN US. FlFTEEN heavenly nuptial years,, Thou hast with Sulpitia seen:. How benign the god appears! Night and day alike serene. Oh! what joys the couch could own,, As emparadis'd ye lay, To the fragrant lampling shown! She, tho drunk, would ne'er betray. India's purest brightest gem. Lusters three have stood the test: Thou need onely number them. Atropos thou oft hast askt, Of thy book again a page: Higher would'st thou prize that cast, Than four times the Pylian age. XXI....