QUERIES and ANSWERS
Relative to the Personal Satisfaction, pretended to have been required of the Author of the above Eclogue, by the lamentable Roscius.
LOVE in the SUDS;
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TOWN ECLOGUE.
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Whither away, now, George[1], into the city, And to the village, must thou bear my ditty. Seek Nyky out, while I in verse complain, And court the Muse to call him back again. Bœotian Nymphs, my favorite verse inspire; As erst ye Nyky taught to strike the lyre. For he like Phœbus' self can touch the string, And opera-songs compose—like any thing! What shall I do, now Nyky's fled away? For who like him can either sing or say? |
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Quo te, Mœri, pedes; an quò via ducit in urbem? Nymphæ, noster amor, Libethrides, nunc mihi carmen, Quale meo Codro, concedite; proxima Phœbi Versibus ille facit.—— |
| Quid facerem? |
| NOTES. |
[1] The brother and constant companion of Roscius; the Mercury of our theatrical Jupiter, whom he dispatches with his divine commands to mortal poets and miserable actors.