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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace

In Virgilium. Pentadii.

IN VIRGILIUM.  PENTADII.
 
Pastor, arator, eques; pavi, colui, superavi;
Capras, rus, hostes; fronde, ligone, manu.
 
                 IN ENGLISH.
 
A swain, hind, knight: I fed, till’d, did command:
Goats, fields, my foes: with leaves, a spade, my hand.

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