XIII.

Please kind heaven, in happy time, Fabullus, We'll dine merrily, dear my friend, together.

Promise only to bring, your own, a dinner Rich and goodly; withal a lily maiden, Wine, and banter, a world of hearty laughing. 5

Promise only; betimes we dine, my gentle Friend, most merrily; but, for your Catullus-- Know he boasts but a pouch of empty cobwebs.

Yet take contrary fee, the quintessential Love, or sweeter if aught is, aught supremer, 10

Perfume savoury, mine; my love received it Gift of every Venus, all the Cupids.

Would you smell it? a god shall hear Fabullus Pray unbody him only nose for ever.