Portii Licinii
Richard Lovelace
PORTII LICINII. Si Phoebi soror es, mando tibi, Delia, causam, Scilicet, ut fratri quae peto verba feras: Marmore Sicanio struxi tibi, Delphice, templum, Et levibus calamis candida verba dedi. Nunc, si nos audis, atque es divinus Apollo, Dic mihi, qui nummos non habet unde petat. ENGLISHED. If you are Phoebus sister, Delia, pray, This my request unto the Sun convay: O Delphick god, I built thy marble fane, And sung thy praises with a gentle cane, Now, if thou art divine Apollo, tell, Where he, whose purse is empty, may go fill.
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- Richard Lovelace : Princesse Loysa Drawing
- Richard Lovelace : Quinti Catuli.
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- Richard Lovelace : Sir Thomas Wortley's Sonnet Answered
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- Richard Lovelace : On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer. An Elegiacall Epitaph
- Richard Lovelace : On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher. The Wild Goose Chase
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