Ex otio negotium. Or, Martiall his epigrams translated. With sundry poems and fancies, / by R. Fletcher.

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Ex otio negotium. Or, Martiall his epigrams translated. With sundry poems and fancies, / by R. Fletcher.
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Martial.
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London, :: Printed by T. Mabb, for William Shears, and are to be sold at the Bible in Bedford street in Covent-garden,
1656.
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"Ex otio negotium. Or, Martiall his epigrams translated. With sundry poems and fancies, / by R. Fletcher." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A89611.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 24, 2025.

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In Phillida, Epig. 50.
There's not an houre thou dost not plunder mee When thou perceiv'st me mad with love of thee, Phillis thou thiev'st with such calliditie. One while thy cheating Maid weeps for the loss Of some rich Gem, Earing, or Looking-glasse, Which from her hand or eare did slip or passe. Then the Silk-gowns are stolen away shee'le fain. To be recovered at my charge and pain,

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Or else some Sweet-box must be fill'd again.
Another while there is an appetite To a rich Jug of falerne wine that's right To expiate the terrors of the night▪
Another while a great Jack I must buy, Or else a two pound Barble: some sweet shee Bespeaks a supper at thy cost with thee.
Blush then at last, and Phillis let there bee A just respect of truth and equitie, I grudg thee nothing: Nought deny to mee.
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