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13. To the Same -

Thou hast a name which tells of vernal hours
When Attic bees lay waste the short-lived flowers:
Which Venus with her pen would joy to write
Or broider with soft silk and needle bright;
Which should be made with pearls from India's land
Or amber balls warmed by a virgin's hand;
Which cranes with flying wing to heaven bear,
And finds its rightful place with Caesar here.

12. To the Same -

If I got my name from autumn, I Oporinos should be:
Winter stars would give another, then Chimerinos you'ld see:
Therinos the months of summer would for me as title bring:
Tell me now what you should call me when I take my name from Spring?

7. To Afer -

Now you're home from your travels in lands far away,
For a week I've been wanting to bid you good-day.
" He's engaged," " he's asleep"; that has been my reply:
That's enough; if you won't have — " good-day," here's — " good-bye."

4. The Price of Secrecy -

A COUPLE of pound hasn't much of a sound, but for everyday use it's enough;
If you want something more you will have to pay four and for that you get really hot stuff.
Some people give ten, but the inference then is of black-mailers they are afraid,
And betwixt you and me, as I think you'll agree, what they pay for is — " Not a word said ."