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54. Omens -

Each morn you tell some evil dream you've had
About me, till you drive me nearly mad;
To charms I have resorted to divine
The omen; that has used up all my wine,
My salted meal, whole mounds of frankincense,
And half my flocks and herds — a vain expense.
Pigs, fowls, and eggs are gone; for mercy's sake
Do dream about yourself — or stay awake.
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50. On a Fountain -

Fountain wherein Ianthis doth delight,
Glory of garden and of mansion bright,
Where youths in marble beauty deck the mead,
And each cool wave reflects a Ganymede,
What does Alcides in yon woodland shrine?
Why holds the god a grot so near to thine?
Does he keep guard against the Naiads, pray,
Lest every Hylas should be stolen away?
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