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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Epigrams.
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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 20, 2025.
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In Candidum Epig. 43.
These are thy 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 these are they(Candidus) which thou soundst out night and day.Thy gown is washd in the Calabrian spring,Or of those flocks their fleece to Parma bring.But mine as one that passed the bulls hornes, stares,Or which would scarce be owned by the first haires,Agenor's son's ••••••et countrey sends thee coats,Thou canst not sell my scarlet for three groats.Thou hangst with Indian teeth thy Libian rings,My beechen table's propd with earthen thingsThy gold-tipd plates rich barbles do bedightMy dish is red with self-look'd Aconite.
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Thy boyes may with the Ilian lad compare,My hands my Ganymedes most duly are.Of this thy wealth thou nought bestowest on usThy friends: yet cry'st out 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉Candidus.
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