A Poetical Translation of the elegies of Tibullus and of the poems of Sulpicia. With The Original Text, and Notes Critical and Explanatory. In two volumes. By James Grainger |
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 | A Poetical Translation of the elegies of Tibullus |  |
What now, sweet Youth, avails your anxious Care,
So oft to essence, oft to change your Hair?
What tho' Cosmetics all their Aid supply?
And every Artifice of Dress you try?
She's not oblig'd to Bredes, to Gems, to Cloaths,
Her Charms to Nature Pholoe only owes.
So oft to essence, oft to change your Hair?
What tho' Cosmetics all their Aid supply?
And every Artifice of Dress you try?
She's not oblig'd to Bredes, to Gems, to Cloaths,
Her Charms to Nature Pholoe only owes.
| A Poetical Translation of the elegies of Tibullus | |