Imitation of Tibullus: Sulpicia Ad Cerinthum (Lib. Quart.)

Cruel Cerinthus! does the 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.