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.
Imitation Of Tibullus. Sulpicia Ad Cerinthum (lib. Quart.)
George Gordon Byron
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