Or if, ordain'd by stubborn fate, I drag th' eternal chain; Doom'd, as I bend beneath its weight, To court relief in vain : To MYRA equal toil impart, On her thy pang bestow ; Thrill with love's agony her heart, And bid her fuffer too. 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 MIRÆ parilem, puer, incute plagam; Quæritis, undè mihi toties scribantur amores? PROPERT. II. i. 1. BY Y many forrows pierc'd before, In early youth I bow'd; Nor least the pang my bosom bore, When love's first fury glow'd: 'Till her harsh medicine Defpair, Severely kind, apply'd; Tugg'd at the fhaft with friendly care, Stern is her art, but fure to heal Love's woes (those woes abound!) If memory with officious zeal Vex not the closing wound. And fhall again infidious Hope With firen voice beguile ? Twice muft I with the terrors cope, That throng a woman's fmile? Upon that fair and faithless main, heart was tost, Where my young Shall I embark-to be again In fecond ruin loft? O yes. I reck not, let it come; Love's tempeft I defy: With conscious rashness court my doom, And dare--although I die. HENDECASYLLABI. AD BRUNTONAM è Grantâ exituram. NOSTRI præfidium et decus theatri, O tu Melpomenes feverioris Certè filia! Quam decore formæ Duxit per dubiæ vias juventæ, Per plaufus populi periculofos, Luctantes odio paterno amores |