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...ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It would not wither'd be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent it back to me ; Since then, it...

...might I of Jove's nectar sup I would not change for thine. I sent thec late a rosy wreath, Not «о to carry his ordnance to the very walls of the town, whereas the wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And scnt'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,...

...Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be : ti'ii tnou tnereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows and smells,...

...sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, , As giving it a hope, that there It might not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe,...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. Ben Jonson. XXV. ^ropínatto aü (íTdíam. LUMINIBUS prior ipsa tuis, mea vita, propines, Sic referent...

...a drink divine ; But, might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It might not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when...

...a drink divine ; But, might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It might not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when...

...a hope that there It might not withered be. But thon thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it bock to me. Since when it grows and smells I swear Not of itself, but thee. AnthoL Oxon. p. 44. Verum ego, et ipsius biberem si nectar Olympi Jururcm hoc labris postposuisse tuis....

...ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. HYMN TO DIANA. QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep ; Seated in thy silver...

...drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar вир, I would not change for thine. I lent thee late witherM be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And aent'et it back to me ; Since when it grows, and...