AN INVITATION TO POET CECILIUSNow to that tender bard, my Comrade fair,(Cecilius) say I, " Paper go, declare,Verona must we make and bid to NewComum's town-walls and Larian Shores adieu;"For I determined certain fancies heAccept from mutual friend to him and me.Wherefore he will, if wise, devour the way,Though the blonde damsel thousand times essayRecall his going and with arms a-neckA-winding would e'er seek his course to check;A girl who (if the truth be truly told)Dies of a hopeless passion uncontroul'd;For since the doings of the Díndymus-dame,By himself storied, she hath read, a flameWasting her inmost marrow-core hath burned. I pardon thee, than Sapphic Muse more learn'd,