855. NEED.
Who begs to die for fear of human need,
Wisheth his body, not his soul, good speed.
856. TO JULIA.
I am zealless; prithee pray
For my welfare, Julia,
For I think the gods require
Male perfumes, but female fire.
Male perfumes, perfumes of the best kind.
857. ON JULIA'S LIPS.
Sweet are my Julia's lips and clean,
As if o'erwashed in Hippocrene.
858. TWILIGHT.
Twilight no other thing is, poets say,
Than the last part of night and first of day.