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Thou art come love come Scarce thrice hath dusk to day	A
Given place but lovers in an hour grow gray	A
As spring's more sweet than winter grapes than thorns	B
The ewe's fleece richer than her latest born's	B
As young girl's charms the thrice wed wife outshine	C
As fawns are lither than the ungainly kine	C
Or as the nightingale's shrill notes outvie	D
The mingled music of all birds that fly	E
So at thy coming passing glad was I	E
I ran to greet thee e'en as pilgrims run	C
To beechen shadows from the scorching sun	C
Oh if on us accordant Loves would breathe	F
And our two names to future years bequeath	G
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'These twain' let men say 'lived in olden days	H
This was a yokel in their country phrase	H
His sweetheart that so talked these simple folk	I
And lovingly they bore a mutual yoke	I
The hearts of men were made of sterling gold	J
When love bred love in those brave days of old '	-
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O Zeus O gods who age not nor decay	A
Let e'en two hundred ages roll away	A
But at the last these tidings let me learn	C
Borne o'er the fatal pool whence none return	C
'By every tongue thy constancey is sung	K
Thine and thy sweetheart's chiefly by the young '	-
But lo the future is in heaven's high hand	L
Meanwhile thy graces all my praise demand	L
Not false lip praise not idly bubbling froth	M
For though thy wrath be kindled e'en thy wrath	N
Hath no sting in it doubly I'm caressed	O
And go my way repaid with interest	P
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Oarsmen of Megara ruled by Nisus erst	P
Yours be all bliss because ye honoured first	P
That true sweetheart Athenian Diocles	H
Around his gravestone with the first spring breeze	H
Flock the girls all to win the kissing prize	H
And whoso sweetliest lip to lip applies	H
Goes crown clad home to her mother Blest is he	Q
Who in such strife is named the referee	Q
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To brightfaced Ganymede full oft he'll cry	E
To lend his lip the potencies that lie	E
Within that stone with which the usurers	H
Detect base metal and which never errs	H

Jon Corelis Theocritus

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