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Rh I wish, extolling to the skies,

Her beauty's high perfection

To sing, and all her witcheries

Of feature and complexion:

With master pencil to portray

Her snowy neck and forehead,

And eyes that round so roguish play,

And lips like carmine florid.

And let the Catos go at will,

To where they most prefer it,

Who withering frowns and sneerings still

Give me for my demerit.

In spite of all, with wrinkled pate,

The censures each rehearses,

Enarda I will celebrate

For ever in my verses.

Enarda! all in vain,

In vain, thou view'st with joyful eyes

The tears that show my grief and pain,

Thyself exulting in my sighs.