TO GELLIUS.
How shall I (Gellius!) tell what way lips rosy as thine areCome to be bleached and blanched whiter than wintry snow,
When as thou quittest the house a-morn, and at two after noon-tide
Roused from quiet repose, wakest for length of the day?
Certès sure am I not an Rumour rightfully whisper
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