72. To Postumus -

A THING , I am told, happened yesterday night,
Which I cannot approve, for I don't think it right
I'm informed you received such a tempest of knocks
As the pantaloon gets when they play Box and Cox.
And, what's more surprising, folk now are repeating
'Twas Caecilius gave you that most unkind beating.
You declare it's not true; and I hope it as well,
But the fellow has witnesses, so people tell.

The Day has come

The Day has come:
Prophets and seers foretold it, — greatest day;
All secrets of this life to be exposed,
All prisoners and slaves to be released,
All darkness banished and all discord healed, —
Old time is ripe for this, and earth and Heaven
Wait with expectant ear and eye the call.

Envoi -

ENVOI

O daring travelers of the blast,
Saw ye the heavenly band
That bade their Italy stand fast?
Shall they not to her hand
Send all the strength of all the Past
To save your Holy Land?

A Wit most worthy in tryed Gold to shine

A wit most worthy in tryed Gold to shine,
Immortal Gold! had he sung the divine
Praise of his Maker: to whom he preferr'd
Obscene, vile fancies, and prophanely marr'd
A rich, rare stile with sinful, lewd contents;
No otherwise, then if with Instruments
Of polish'd Ivory, some drudge should stir
A dirty sink, & c . —

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