I KNOW Jenny well: she's a right proper lass:
Not a girl in the town can her kisses surpass.

I CHANCED to ask a loan — a hundred merely;
E'en as a gift that should not task severely
A wealthy friend, and so I asked him, knowing
His pockets bulge with cash to overflowing.
" Go to the Bar," says he, " get rich by pleading" —
'Tis cash, not counsel, Gaius, that I'm needing.

W HENE'ER you plead in court or read your verses,
Watch Selius fishing for an invitation.
With wild applause your words he intersperses,
" Perfect," " Hear, hear," " 'Tis said to admiration,"
" Bravo," " How grand the style!" " How good the matter!" —
Then you invite him, just to stop his chatter.

Though you hope that her cough will soon carry her off,
For gasping and swooning is she,
Do not flatter yourself that you'll finger her pelf;
For her faint is a feint with an " e".

You always promise happiness
And still your faith betray;
If " yes" means " no" and " no" means " yes,"
Say " no" to me I pray.

I WILL not give his name, although you press me,
Let " Postumus" suffice you in my verse.
He's well avenged when e'er he doth caress me;
Dare I provoke and make his vengeance worse?

Oh , Phoebus and ye sisters nine,
Why plague your bard? What sin is mine?
What have I done amiss
That Postumus, who distantly
Has heretofore saluted me,
Now greets me with a kiss?

Some you embrace. Some by the hand you shake:
Which would I choose? Your hand, for mercy's sake.

Paul reads as his own all the poems he buys.
Well, all that he pays for is his, I surmise.

To think that I would fawn on you
For dinner — such a dinner too
As yours, ah, what a fate!
He that could face your daintiest fare,
Good Zoilus, had better share
With Lazarus at the gate.