Quum premit ille torum, vultu comes ipsa modesto Ibis, ut adcumbas; clam mihi tange pedem, Me specta, nutusque meos, vultumque loquacem: Excipe furtivas, et refer ipsa, notas. Verba superciliis sine voce loquentia dicam: Verba leges digitis, verba notata mero. Quum tibi succurrit Veneris lascivia nostrae, Purpureas tenero pollice tange genas. Si quid erit, de me tacita quod mente queraris, Pendeat extrema mollis ab aure manus: Quum tibi, quae faciam, mea lux, dicamve placebunt, Versetur digitis annulus usque tuis, Tange manu mensam, quo tangunt more precantes, Optabis merito quum mala multa viro. Quod tibi miscuerit sapias, bibat ipse iubeto; Tu puerum leviter posce, quod ipsa velis. Quae tu reddideris, ego primus pocula sumam, Et qua tu biberis, hac ego parte bibam. Ovid, _Amores_, I. iv. 15-32. Thenceforth to her he sought to intimate His inward grief, by meanes to him well knowne: Now Bacchus fruit out of the silver plate He on the table dasht as overthrowne, Or of the fruitfull liquor overflowne, And by the dancing bubbles did divine, Or therein write to let his love be showne; Which well she red out of the learned line; (A sacrament profane in mysterie of wine.) Spenser, _Faerie Queene_, III. ix. ll. 21 f. _Nor when he, swoln and pamper'd with great fare Sits down and snorts, cag'd in his basket chair, &c._ Vir bibat usque roga: precibus tamen oscula desint; Dumque bibit, furtim, si potes, adde merum. Si bene compositus somno vinoque iacebit; Consilium nobis resque locusque dabunt. Ovid, _Amores_, I. iv. 51-4. PAGE =80=. ELEGIE II. l. 4. _Though they be Ivory, yet her teeth be jeat_: i.e. 'Though her eyes be yellow as ivory, her teeth are black as jet.' The edition of 1669 substitutes 'theirs' for 'they', referring back to 'others'. Grosart follows. l. 6. _rough_ is the reading of _1633_, _1669_, and all the best MSS. Chambers and Grosart prefer the 'tough' of _1635-54_, but 'rough' means probably 'hairy, shaggy, hirsute'. O.E.D., _Rough_, B. I. 2. Her hair is in the wrong place. To have hair on her face and none on her head are alike disadvantageous to a woman's beauty. PAGE =81=, ll. 17-21. _If we might put the letters, &c._ Compare: As six sweet Notes, curiously varied In skilfull Musick, make a hundred kindes Of Heav'nly sounds, that ravish hardest mindes; And with Division (of a choice device) The Hearers soules out at their ears intice: Or, as of twice-twelve Letters, thus transpos'd, The World of Words, is variously compos'd; And of these Words, in divers orders sow'n This sacred _Volume_ that you read is grow'n (Through gracious succour of th'Eternal Deity) Rich in discourse, with infinite Variety. Sylvester, _Du Bartas_, First Week, Second Day.