The poems and fragments of catullus
Or the hendecasyllables immediately preceding,
Catullus.
Browning , ring and book , v. 664.
Tickell , theristes or the lordling , 23-26.
For a spirited, though coarse, version of this poem, see cotton's poems, p. 608, ed. 1689.
Browning , flight of the duchess , v. 21.
Move quickly over the road. so shakespeare:
2nd part of henry iv. , act i. sc. 1.
In the metre of this poem catullus observes the following general type -
Troilus and cressida , act iv. sc. 5.
Abide as, i think, in spenser's faerie queene , vi. 2, 19.
Midsummer night's dream , iii. 2.
Longfellow's dante inf . iii. 22.
Keats , endymion , ii. ad fin.
Bent as they move rapidly through the water.
A verse seems to have been lost here, which i have thus supplied.
- pope , epitaph on the children of lord digby.
Browning , ring and book , i. 925.
Suffenus, he, dear Varus, whom, methinks, you know,
Has sense, a ready tongue to talk, a wit urbane,
And writes a world of verses, on my life no less.
Ten times a thousand he, believe me, ten or more,
Keeps fairly written; not on any palimpsest,
As often, enter'd, paper extra-fine, sheets new,
New every roller, red the strings, the parchment-case
Lead-rul'd, with even pumice all alike complete.
You read them: our choice spirit, our refin'd rare wit,
Suffenus, O no ditcher e'er appeared more rude,
No looby coarser; such a shock, a change is there.
How then resolve this puzzle? He the birthday-wit,
For so we thought him - keener yet, if aught is so -
Becomes a dunce more boorish e'en than hedge-born boor,
If e'er he faults on verses; yet in heart is then
Most happy, writing verses, happy past compare,
So sweet his own self, such a world at home finds he.
Friend, 'tis the common error; all alike are wrong,
Not one, but in some trifle you shall eye him true
Suffenus; each man bears from heaven the fault they send,
None sees within the wallet hung behind, our own.
11 Looby