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A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who idles away the whole day among the chairs of the ladies, and is ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets-doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve, who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling thing.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. III. Ep. 6.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
Psalms. CXXXVII. 5.
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his