Sales epigrammatum being the choicest disticks of Martials fourteen books of epigrams, and of all the chief Latin poets that have writ in these two last centuries : together with Cato's Morality / made English by James Wright.

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Sales epigrammatum being the choicest disticks of Martials fourteen books of epigrams, and of all the chief Latin poets that have writ in these two last centuries : together with Cato's Morality / made English by James Wright.
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London :: Printed by T.R. for Christopher Eccleston ...,
1663.
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Latin poetry.
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Page 118

Casper Barlaeus.
Ovid.
Caesar condemns me: yet if Love should be My Advocate, I know I should go free.
Horace.
His pleas'd Companions faults he reprehends; And Lydia so speaks his, as he his friends.
Catullus.
If Jove should sing his Loves, as thou dost thine; He'd have thee make his Verse, like him, divine.
Tibullus.
Sulpitia and Neraea win thy Love, Which to the Muses mortal flames doth prove.

Page 120

Lucan.
Who me no Poet counts, is none: who me Thinks no Historian, knows lesse History.
Martial.
Slight not loose Martial, Reader; can we blame Him who relates Ill, when we do the same?
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