Who so indecorous as to shed the pure gore of a suitor? I

Cypris is his cicerone.

What if undertakers follow my track,

such a death is worth dying.

She would bring frankincense and wreaths to my tomb,

She would sit like an ornament on my pyre.

Gods’ aid, let not my bones lie in a public location

with crowds too assiduous in their crossing of it;

For thus are tombs of lovers most desecrated.

May a woody and sequestered place cover me with its foliage

Or may I inter beneath the hummock

of some as yet uncatalogued sand;

At any rate I shall not have my epitaph in a high road.

IV DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS

TELL me the truths which you hear of our constant young lady,

T

Lygdamus,

And may the bought yoke of a mistress lie with

equitable weight on your shoulders;

For I am swelled up with inane pleasurabilities

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