To JULIUS CAESAR(?)The head of Otho, puniest of patesThe rustic half-washt shanks of Nerius And Libo's subtle silent fizzling-farts. I wish that leastwise these should breed disgust In thee and old Fuficius, rogue twice-cookt.Again at these mine innocent iamb-lines Wi' wrath be wrothest; unique Emperor!

OF HIS FRIEND CAMERIUSWe pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,Show us where shadowed hidest thou in shade!Thee throughout Campus Minor sought we all,Thee in the Circus, thee in each bookstall,Thee in Almighty Jove's fane consecrate.Nor less in promenade titled from The Great(Friend!) I accosted each and every quean,But mostly madams showing mien serene,For thee I pestered all with many pleas—