Varro sang Jason’s expedition,

Varro, of his great passion Leucadia,

There is song in the parchment; Catullus the highly indecorous,

Of Lesbia, known above Helen;

And in the dyed pages of Calvus,

Calvus mourning Quintilia,

And but now Gallus had sung of Lycoris.

Fair, fairest Lycoris—

The waters of Styx poured over the wound:

And now Propertius of Cynthia, taking his stand among these.

LANGUE D’OC

Alba

WHEN the nightingale to his mate

W

Sings day-long and night late

My love and I keep state

In bower,

In flower,

’Till the watchman on the tower

Cry:

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