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."There was no cause (I soothly said)"The Praetors or the Cohort madeThence to return with oilier head;The more when ruled byPraetor, as pile the Cohort rating."Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there