Quare desine, dum licet pudico,
Ne finem facias, sed inrumatus.
XXI.
To Aurelius the Skinflint.
Aurelius, father of the famisht crew,
Not sole of starvelings now, but wretches who
Were, are, or shall be in the years to come,
My love, my dearling, fain art thou to strum.
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Nor privately; for nigh thou com'st and jestest