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Furius and Aurelius, Catullus’ friends,
Whether extremest Indian shore he brave,
Strands where far-resounding billow rends
Or ’mid Hyrcanians dwell he, Arabs soft and wild,
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Sacis and Parthians of the arrow fain,
Or where the Seven-mouth’d Nilus mud-defiled
Or climb he lofty Alpine Crest and note
Works monumental, Caesar’s grandeur telling,
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Rhine Gallic, horrid Ocean and remote
All these (whatever shall the will design
Of Heaven-homed Gods) Oh ye prepared to tempt;
Announce your briefest to that damsel mine
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Live she and love she wenchers several,
Embrace three hundred wi’ the like requitals,
None truly loving and withal of all