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Sive ita nafcenti legem dixere foreres,

Nec data funt vitae fila severa meae;
Sive abeunt ftudia in mores, artefque magiftrae,
Ingenium nobis molle Thalia facit.

Quid mirum, fi me primae lanuginis aetas
Abftulit, atque anni, quos vir amare poteft?
Hunc ne pro Cephalo raperes, Aurora, timebam :
Et faceres; fed te prima rapina tenet.
Hunc fi confpiciat quae confpicit omnia, Phoebe;
Juffus erit fomnos continuare Phaon.

Hunc Venus in coelum curru vexiffet eburno;
Sed videt et Marti poffe placere fuo.

O nec adhuc juvenis, nec jam puer ! utilis aetas!
O decus, atque aevi gloria magna tui!
Huc ades, inque finus, formose, relabere noftros: 105
Non ut ames oro, verum ut amare finas.
Scribimus, et lacrymis oculi rorantur obortis :
Afpice, quam fit in hoc multa litura loco.
Si tam certus eras hinc ire, modeftius iffes,
Et modo dixiffes: Lefbi puella, vale.
Non tecum lacrymas, non ofcula fumma tulisti;
Denique non timui, quod dolitura fui.

Nil de te mecum eft, nifi tantum injuria: nec tu,
Admoneat quod te, pignus amantis habes.


Or, while my Muse in melting notes complains,
My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains.
By charms like thine which all my foul have won,
Who might not-ah! who would not be undone?
For those Aurora Cephalus might scorn,

And with fresh blushes paint the conscious morn.
For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's fleep,
And bid Endymion nightly tend his sheep.
Venus for those had rapt thee to the skies,
But Mars on thee might look with Venus' eyes.
O fcarce a youth, yet scarce a tender boy!
O useful time for lovers to employ!


Pride of thy age, and glory of thy race,


Come to these arms, and melt in this embrace!

The vows you never will return, receive;
And take at least the love you will not give.
See, while I write, my words are loft in tears;
The lefs my fenfe, the more my love appears.
Sure 'twas not much to bid one kind adieu,
(At least to feign was never hard to you)
Farewell my Lesbian love, you might have said,
Or coldly thus, Farewell oh Lesbian maid !
No tear did you, no parting kiss receive,
Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve.
No lover's gift your Sappho could confer,
And wrongs and woes were all you left with her.

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Non mandata dedi; neque enim mandata dediffem

Ulla, nifi ut nolles immemor effe mei.

Per tibi, qui nunquam longe discedat, Amorem,
Perque novem juro, numina noftra, Deas;
Cum mihi nefcio quis, Fugiunt tua gaudia, dixit;
Nec me flere diu, nec potuiffe loqui;

Et lacrymae deerant oculis, et lingua palato :
Aftrictum gelido frigore pectus erat.
Poftquam fe dolor invenit; nec pectora plangi,
Nec puduit fciffis exululare comis.

Non aliter quam fi nati pia mater adempti
Portet ad extructos corpus inane rogos.
Gaudet, et e noftro crefcit moerore Charaxus
Frater; et ante oculos itque reditque meos.
Utque pudenda mei videatur causa doloris ;



Quid dolet haec? certe filia vivit, ait. Non veniunt in idem pudor atque amor: omne videbat Vulgus; eram lacero pectus aperta finu.


Tu mihi cura, Phaon; te somnia nostra reducunt; Somnia formofo candidiora die.


No charge I gave you, and no charge could give,
But this, Be mindful of our loves, and live.
Now by the Nine, thofe pow'rs ador'd by me,
And Love, the God that ever waits on thee,
When first I heard (from whom I hardly knew)
That you were fled, and all my joys with you,
Like fome fad ftatue, speechless, pale I ftood, 125
Grief chill'd my breast, and stopp'd my freezing blood;
No figh to rife, no tear had pow'r to flow,
Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe :

But when its way th'impetuous paffion found,
I rend my treffes, and my breast I wound,
I rave, then weep, I curfe, and then complain,
Now fwell to rage, now melt in tears again.
Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame,
Whose first-born infant feeds the fun'ral flame.
My scornful brother with a smile appears,
Infults my woes, and triumphs in my tears,
His hated image ever haunts my eyes,
And why this grief? thy daughter lives, he cries.
Stung with my love, and furious with despair,
All torn my garments, and my bofom bare,
My woes, thy crimes, I to the world proclaim ;
Such inconfiftent things are love and shame!
'Tis thou art all my care and my delight,
My daily longing, and my dream by night:




Illic te invenio, quanquam regionibus abfis;
Sed non longa fatis gaudia fomnus habet.
Saepe tuos noftra cervice onerare lacertos,
Saepe tuae videor fuppofuiffe meos.
Blandior interdum, verifque fimillima verba
Eloquor; et vigilant fenfibus ora meis.

Ofcula cognofco; quae tu committere linguae,
Aptaque confueras accipere, apta dare.
Ulteriora pudet narrare; fed omnia fiunt.
Et juvat, et fine te non libet effe mihi.
At cum fe Titan oftendit, et omnia fecum ;

Tam cito me fomnos deftituiffe queror.



Antra nemufque peto, tanquam nemus antraque pro


Confcia deliciis illa fuere tuis.

Illuc mentis inops, ut quam furialis Erichtho

Impulit, in collo crine jacente feror.

Antra vident oculi fcabro pendentia topho,


Quae mihi Mygdonii marmoris inftar erant.

Invenio fylvam, quae faepe cubilia nobis


Praebuit, et multa texit opaca coma.

At non invenio dominum fylvaeque, meumque.

Vile folum locus eft: dos erat ille loci.

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