Veranius! over every friend of meForestanding, owned I hundred thousands three,Home to Penates and to single-soul'dBrethren, returned art thou and mother old?Yes, thou art come. Oh, winsome news come well!Now shall I see thee, safely hear thee tellOf sites Iberian, deeds and nations 'spied,(As be thy wont) and neck-a-neck appliedI'll greet with kisses thy glad lips and eyne.Oh! Of all mortal men beatifiedWhose joy and gladness greater be than mine?
HE MEETS VARUS AND MISTRESS
Led me my Varus to his flame,As I from Forum idling came.Forthright some whorelet judged I itNor lacking looks nor wanting wit,When hied we thither, mid us threeFell various talk, as how might beBithynia now, and how it fared,And if some coin I made or spared.