TO LESBIA.Never a woman could call herself so fondly belovedTruly as Lesbia mine has been beloved of myself.Never were Truth and Faith so firm in any one compactAs on the part of me kept I my love to thyself.Now is my mind to a pass, my Lesbia, brought by thy treason,

TO GELLIUS.What may he (Gellius!) do that ever for mother and sisterItches and wakes thro' the nights, working wi' tunic bedoffed?What may he do who nills his uncle ever be husband?Wottest thou how much he ventures of sacrilege-sin?Ventures he (0 Gellius!) what ne'er can ultimate TethysWash from his soul, nor yet Ocean, watery sire.For that of sin there's naught wherewith this sin can exceed he. . . . his head on himself.

ON GELLIUS.Gellius is lean: Why not? For him so easy a motherLives, and a sister so boon, bonny and buxom to boot,Uncle so kindly good and all things full of his lady-Cousins, how can he cease leanest of lankies to be?Albeit, touch he naught save that whose touch is a scandal,Soon shall thou find wherefor he be as lean as thou like.