Vade tamen quocunque lubet, quascunque per oras, Et Genium Domini fac imitere tui.

Nobilis, aut si quis te forte inspexerit heros, Da te morigerum, perlegat usque lubet.

Such is that drunkenness which Ficinus speaks of, when the soul is elevated and ravished with a divine taste of that heavenly nectar, which poets deciphered by the sacrifice of Dionysius, and in this sense with the poet, insanire lubet, as Austin exhorts us, ad ebrietatem se quisque paret, let's all be mad and drunk.

Insanire lubet, i. versus componere.

Ride etiam, quantumque lubet, Democrite ride Non nisi vana vides, non nisi stulta vides.

Otiosus animus nescit quid volet: An idle person (as he follows it) knows not when he is well, what he would have, or whither he would go, Quum illuc ventum est, illinc lubet, he is tired out with everything, displeased with all, weary of his life: Nec bene domi, nec militiae, neither at home nor abroad, errat, et praeter vitam vivitur, he wanders and lives besides himself.

Faciat quod lubet, Sumat, consumat, perdat, decretum est pati.

Sed vide si lubet eorundem Catalogum apud eundem Balcum; "Puellae" (inquit) "in lectis dormire non poterant ob fratres necromanticos".

de Indagine, Goclenium, ceterosque si lubet, inspicias.

Nunc bene vivo et fortunate, atque animo ut lubet.

Ut lubet feriat, abstergant hos ictus Democriti pharmacos.

Vah, vivere etiam nunc lubet, as Demea said, Adelph.