Moll. Dean Swift
Mollis abuti,
Has an acuti,
No lasso finis,
Molli divinis.
1
To My Mistress. Dean Swift
O mi de armis tres,
Imi na dis tres.
Cantu disco ver
Meas alo ver?
2
A Love Song. Dean Swift
Apud in is almi de si re,
Mimis tres I ne ver re qui re,
Alo veri findit a gestis,
His miseri ne ver at restis.
3
Notes
1 Moll is a beauty,
Has an acute eye;
No lass so fine is,
Molly divine is.
2 O my dear mistress
I am in a distress.
Can’t you discover
Me as a lover?
3 A pudding is all my desire,
My mistress I never require;
A lover I find it a jest is,
His misery never at rest is.