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Swear I was blind; deny if you be wise,
ELEGIA 15. Ad Venerem, quod elegis finem imponat. Tender love's mother a new poet get, This last end to my elegies is set. Which I Pelignis' foster-child have fram'd. (Nor am I by such wanton toys defam'd.) Heir of an ancient house, if help that can, Not only by war's rage made gentleman. In Virgil Mantua joys : in Catul Verone, Of me Pelignis' nation boasts alone; Whom liberty to honest arms compellid, When careful Rome in doubt their prowess held. And some guest viewing watery Sulmo's walls, Where little grounds to be inclos'd befalls; How such a poet could you bring forth, says: How small soee'r, l'il you for greatest praise. Both loves, to whom my heart long time did yield, Your golden ensigns pluck'd out of the field, Horn'd Bacchus graver fury doth distil, A greater ground with great horse is to till. Weak elegies, delightful muse farewell ; A work, that after my death, here shall dwell.
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