Ouids banquet of sence A coronet for his mistresse philosophie, and his amorous zodiacke. VVith a translation of a Latine coppie, written by a fryer, anno Dom. 1400.

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Ouids banquet of sence A coronet for his mistresse philosophie, and his amorous zodiacke. VVith a translation of a Latine coppie, written by a fryer, anno Dom. 1400.
Author
Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
Publication
At London :: Printed by I[ames] R[oberts] for Richard Smith,
Anno Dom. 1595.
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Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. -- Poetry.
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"Ouids banquet of sence A coronet for his mistresse philosophie, and his amorous zodiacke. VVith a translation of a Latine coppie, written by a fryer, anno Dom. 1400." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A18417.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 3, 2024.

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VNgratefull Farmers of the Muses land That (wanting thrift and iudgment to imploy it) Let it manureles and vnenced stand, Till barbarous Cattell enter and destroy it: Now the true heyre is happily found out Who (raming it t'inritch posterities) Walles it with spright-fild darknes round about, Grafs, plants, and sowes; and makes it Paradise. To which without the Parcas golden bow, None can aspire but stick in errors hell; A Garland to engird a Monarchs brow, Then take some paines to ioy so rich a Iewell Most prize is graspt in labors hardest hand, And idle sonles can nothing rich command.
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