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[By many sorrows pierc'd before]
Quæritis, undè mihi toties scribantur amores?
Undè meus veniat mollis in ora liber?
Non mî Calliope, non hæc mihi cantat Apollo;
Ingenium nobis ipsa puella facit.
Propert. II. i. 1.
Undè meus veniat mollis in ora liber?
Non mî Calliope, non hæc mihi cantat Apollo;
Ingenium nobis ipsa puella facit.
Propert. II. i. 1.
By many sorrows pierc'd before,
In early youth I bow'd;
Nor least the pang my bosom bore,
When love's first fury glow'd:
In early youth I bow'd;
Nor least the pang my bosom bore,
When love's first fury glow'd:
'Till her harsh medicine Despair,
Severely kind, apply'd;
Tugg'd at the shaft with friendly care,
And wrung it from my side:
Severely kind, apply'd;
Tugg'd at the shaft with friendly care,
And wrung it from my side:
Stern is her art, but sure to heal
Love's woes (those woes abound!)
If memory with officious zeal
Vex not the closing wound.
Love's woes (those woes abound!)
If memory with officious zeal
Vex not the closing wound.
77
And shall again insidious Hope
With siren voice beguile?
Twice must I with the terrors cope,
That throng a woman's smile?
With siren voice beguile?
Twice must I with the terrors cope,
That throng a woman's smile?
Upon that fair and faithless main,
Where my young heart was tost,
Shall I embark—to be again
In second ruin lost?
Where my young heart was tost,
Shall I embark—to be again
In second ruin lost?
O yes. I reck not, let it come;
Love's tempest I defy:
With conscious rashness court my doom,
And dare—although I die.
Love's tempest I defy:
With conscious rashness court my doom,
And dare—although I die.
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