Sin, quæ difpenfant mortalia fila, forores

Impofito prohibent folvere colla jugo;

Si me fata jubent æternam ferre catenam,
Nec prodeft votis follicitâffe Deos-

Tu faltèm MIRE parilem, puer, incute plagam; Languefcat, quæfo, vulnere nympha pari :

Hæc quoque cognofcat quid fit fuccumbere amori, Tranfadigatque animas una fagitta duas.

Quæritis, undè mihi toties fcribantur amores?
Undè meus veniat mollis in ora liber?
Non mi Calliope, non hæc mihi cantat Apollo;
Ingenium nobis ipfa puella facit.

Severely kind, apply'd;

Tugg'd at the shaft with friendly care,
And wrung it from my fide:

Stern is her art, but fure to heal

Love's woes (those woes abound!)

If memory with officious zeal

Vex not the closing wound.

O yes. I reck not, let it come;

Love's tempeft I defy:

With conscious rashness court my doom,

And dare-although I die.

Quæ te commemoret modis ? Acerbos

Seu proferre MONIMIE dolores,
Frater cum vetitos (nefas!) ruebat
In fratris thalamos parùmque cafto
Vexabat pede; five JULIETTÆ
Luctantes odio paterno amores