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Hertford, shall dignify your own;
Where as a visitor you came,
Just shew'd yourself, and left your name.
So, Prior says, some years ago,
Apelles left his name at Co .
Learn hence, ye Nymphs of Britain 's isle,
How H ERTFORD writes, and mark her style.

Rich Chremes while he lives will nought bestow
On his poor heirs, but all at his last day.
If he be half as wise as rich, I trow,
He thinks that for his life they seldom pray.

L UGAZ

There's an o'erhanging castle in which there flows a main,
And there within that castle a fish its home hath ta'en;
The fish within its mouth doth hold a shining gem,
Which wastes the fish as long as it therein doth remain.
This puzzle to the poets is offered by Mur a d;
Let him reply who office or place desires to gain.

Pour the wine and say again and again and yet once again say " Heliodora " ; mingle that sweet name with the wine.
Give me the flower-crown of yesterday, wet with perfume, in memory of her.
Look! the amorous rose weeps to see her elsewhere, not upon my heart.

The shortest day, and longest night,
Gave birth to all that's fair and bright.
So from the cloud of blackest dye,
The brightest lightnings always fly.

Ye woeful sires, whose causeless hate hath bred
Grief to yourselves, death to my love and me,
Let us not be disjoined when we are dead,
Though we alive conjoined could never be.
Though cruel stars denied us two one bed,
Yet in one tomb us two entombed see.
Like as the dart was one, and one the knife,
That did begin our love and end our life.

Falsehood hath so corrupted all the world,
Ne'er deal as true friends they whom sects divide;
But were not hate man's natural element,
Churches and mosques had risen side by side.

The world's abounding filth is shot
O'er all its creatures, all its kinds;
The evil taint even she hath got
Whose loom for her a living finds.
Be just and live on earth what can?
And none is more unjust than man.

From madmen's ravings even, the wise,
And children's prattlings, good may gain;
As workmen skilled extract the vein
Of gold in rocks that bedded lies.

O well beloved, remember me!
No; I will not remember thee.
But remembrance is the duty of the heart.
I have no heart left, for thou hast stolen it from me.