Now with boon omens wafted on their way,In mutual fondness, love and loved are they.Love-sick Septumius holds one Acmé's love,Of Syrias or either Britains high above,Acmé to one Septumius full of faithHer love and love-liesse surrendereth.Who e'er saw mortals happier than these two? Who e'er a better omened Venus knew? HIS ADIEUX TO BITHYNIA
Now Spring his cooly mildness brings us back,Now th' equinoctial heaven's rage and wrackHushes at hest of Zephyr's bonny breeze.Far left (Catullus!) be the Phrygian leasAnd summery Nicaea's fertile downs:Fly we to Asia's fame-illumined towns.Now lust my fluttering thoughts for wayfare long,Now my glad eager feet grow steady, strong.O fare ye well, my comrades, pleasant throng,Ye who together far from homesteads flying,By many various ways come homewards hieing.TO PORCIUS AND SOCRATIONPorcius and Socration, pair sinister