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446 Great Theodose condemn'd a town For thinking ill of his Placilla; And deuse take London! if some knight O' th' city wed not Domitilla. Wheeler, sir George, in travels wise, Gives us a medal of Plantilla; But O! the empress has not eyes, Nor lips, nor breast, like Domitilla. Not all the wealth of plundered Italy, Piled on the mules of king At-tila, Is worth one glove (I’ll not tell a bit a lie) Or garter, snatch'd from Domitilla. Five years a nymph at certain hamlet, Y-cleped Harrow of the Hill, a- — bus'd much my heart, and was a damn'd let To verse — but now for Domitilla. Dan Pope consigns Belinda's watch To the fair sylphid Momentilla, And thus I offer up my catch To th’ snow-white hands of Domitilla. HORACE,