IN RUFUM. CATUL. EP. 64. <br /> <br />Noli admirari, quare tibi foemina nulla, <br /> Rufe, velit tenerum supposuisse femur; <br />Non ullam rarae labefactes munere vestis, <br /> Aut pellucidulis deliciis lapidis. <br />Laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi fertur <br /> Valle sub alarum trux habitare caper. <br />Hunc metuunt omnes, neque mirum: nam mala valde est <br /> Bestia, nec quicum bela puella cubet. <br />Quare aut crudelem nasorum interfice pestem, <br /> Aut admirari desine, cur fugiant. <br /> <br /> TO RUFUS. <br /> <br />That no fair woman will, wonder not why, <br />Clap (Rufus) under thine her tender thigh; <br />Not a silk gown shall once melt one of them, <br />Nor the delights of a transparent gemme. <br />A scurvy story kills thee, which doth tell, <br />That in thine armpits a fierce goat doth dwell. <br />Him they all fear full of an ugly stench: <br />Nor 's 't fit he should lye with a handsome wench; <br />Wherefore this noses cursed plague first crush, <br />Or cease to wonder, why they fly you thus.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-rufum-catul-ep-64/
