Imitation of Tibullus “Sulpicia AD Cerintum.” Lib. Quart
Cruel Cerintus! does this fell disease,
Which racks my breast, your fickle bosom please.
Alas! I wish’d but to o’ercome the pain,
That I might live for love, and you again,
But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate,
By Death alone, I can avoid your hate.