you give but a few.”

Nor can I shift my pains to other

Hers will I be dead,

If she confers such nights upon me,

long is my life, long in years,

If she give me many,

God am I for the time.

VIII

JOVE, be merciful to that unfortunate woman

J

Or an ornamental death will be held to your debit,

The time is come, the air heaves in torridity,

The dry earth pants against the canicular heat,

But this heat is not the root of the matter:

She did not respect all the gods;

Such derelictions have destroyed other young ladies aforetime,

And what they swore in the cupboard

wind and wave scattered away.

Was Venus exacerbated by the existence of a comparable equal?

Is the ornamental goddess full of envy?

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