Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk, Still he can nothing but of Noevia talk; Let him eat, drink, ask questions, or dispute, Still he must speak of Noevia, or be mute. He writ to his father, ending with this line, I am, my lovely Noevia, ever thine. No. 114. Paupertalis pudor & fuga. HOR. Ep. xviii. 1. I. v. 24. The dread of nothing more Than to be thought necessitous and poor.
I shall end this paper with that whole epigram, which represents with much humour my honest friend's condition. Quicquid agit Rufus, nihil est, nisi Noevia Rufo, Si gaudet, si flet, si tacet, hanc loquitur: Coenat, propinat, poscit, negat, annuit, una est Noevia; si non sit Noevia, mutus erit. Scriberet hesterna patri cum luce salutem, Noevia lux, inquit, Noevia numen, ave. Epig. lxix. 1.