Ever a Door was endow'd either with earlet or tongue.Further she noted a wight whose name in public to mentionNill I, lest he upraise eyebrows of carroty hue;Long is the loon and large the law-suit brought they against himTouching a child-bed false, claim of a belly that lied.
To MANIUS ON VARIOUS MATTERS.When to me sore opprest by bitter chance of misfortuneThis thy letter thou send'st written wi' blotting of tears,So might I save thee flung by spuming billows of ocean,Shipwreckt, rescuing life snatcht from the threshold of death;Eke neither Venus the Holy to rest in slumber's refreshmentGrants thee her grace on couch lying deserted and lone,Nor can the Muses avail with dulcet song of old writersEver delight thy mind sleepless in anxious care;