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Dear Lucinius, yestereve we linger'd Scrawling fancies, a hundred, in my tablets, Wits in combat; a treaty this between us.

Scribbling drolleries each of us together Launched one arrowy metre and another, 5 Tenders jocular o'er the merry wine-cup.

2.

So quite sorely with all your humour heated Gay Lucinius, I that eve departed.

Food my misery could not any lighten, Sleep nor quiet upon my eyes descended. 10

Still untamable o'er the couch did I then Turn and tumble, in haste to see the day-light, Hear your prattle again, again be with you.

3.

Then, when weary with all the worry, numb'd, dead, Sank my body, upon the bed reposing, 15 This, O humorous heart, did I, a poem Write, my tedious anguish all revealing.

O beware then of hardihood; a lover's Plea for charity, dear my friend, reject not: What if Nemesis haply claim repayment? 20 She is tyrannous. O beware offending.