The Invidious Martial. O Fortune! if my prayer of old Was ne'er solicitous for gold, With better grace thou may'st allow My suppliant wish, that asks it now: Yet think not, Goddess! I require it For the same end your clowns desire it. In a well made effectual string Fain would I see Lovidio swing; Hear him, from Tyburn's height haranguing; But such a cur's not worth one's hanging. Give me, O Goddess! store of pelf, And he will tie the knot himself. |
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