Tene negas a me, virgo crudelis, amari,

Antefero nostris qui tua cuncta bonis ? Nilne tui memini? cuius, nimis improba, causa

Immemorem ipsius me iuvat esse mei. Quisne tibi invisus mihi compellatur amice?

Quos, ubi tu frontem ducis, adulor ego?
Quin, mihi si voltu sis aspera, memet ab ipso

Supplicium praesens exigit ipse dolor.
Quid meritorum in me videor maioris habere,

Vnde tuum nolim despiciamve iugum?
Optima nostra tui vitium venerantur et omne,

Quippe coacta oculis, imperiosa, tuis. Sed

perge irasci, quid agas scio; vera videntes Tu colis; hos oculos, scis bene, caecat amor.

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O quibus unde datis a viribus, artis opisque

Indiga nativae, tu mea corda regis,
Meque fidem his oculis ipsius demere cogis

Iurando nitidam luce carere diem?
Vnde in flagitiis haec te commendat agendi
Gratia, dum tentas infima

quaeque

mali? Nam genio sive arte valent, tua pessima, virgo,

Iudice me cunctis sunt potiora bonis. Admonuit quisnam fore te mihi pluris habendam,

Quo plura acciperem cur odiosa fores?
O si ludificent alii quod amabile duco,

Non ideo tibi sum ludificandus ego.
Si non digna meum movisti cordis amorem,
Propterea fuerim dignior ipse tuo.

Love is too young to know what conscience is ;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self

prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.

No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.

CLII In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn In vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee, When I break twenty? I am perjured most; For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest faith in thee is lost : For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy; And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, Or made them swear against the thing they see;

For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured I,

To swear against the truth so foul a lie!

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Si puer insipiens amor est nescitque pudorem,

Hunc ab eo genitum quis mihi nescit homo? Blanditiis igitur nihil in me sequius urge,

Cara, meae et fraudis ne videare caput. Proditus a te nam prodo simul ipse, puella,

Omnia naturae nobiliora meae. Principio hoc pectus mens improba concitat, esse

Significans in qua dulce triumphet amor;
Ille tuum ad nomen surgit, nec plura moratus

Vt spolium felix te sibi deinde notat;
Quo tumidus fastu, contentus ad infima servit

Ille tibi obsequiis stetve cadatve tuis.
Nec pudet illorum carissima donec habetur

Haec mihi, cui iusto munere fungor amans.

CLII Si, quod habes notum, te sum periurus amando,

Bis tuus in me fit, Cynthia, falsus amor; Primum ob iura tori violata iugalia, deinde

Per nova pacta odiis iam temerata novis. Cur tamen haec in te periuria bina notavi

Ad mea viginti? falsior ipse fui.
Ludibrii causa tibi vota mea omnia dixi,

Pectore sic erga te mihi lapsa fides!
Quae mihi non conficta tuo de corde benigno,

Deque fide ingenua, vel pietate tua?
Te magis et clarans habui mea lumina clausa,

Vel potius visus infitiata suos;
Namque tua in specie iuravi multa, nefandum
Ludibrio veri sic adiisse deos!

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,

But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire-my mistress' eyes.

CLIV The little Love-god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warm’d; And so the general of hot desire Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm’d. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,

Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

Deposita taeda sopitum invenit Amorem

Silvia, Dianae fida ministra deae;
Nec mora, confestim gelidae convallis in imo

Fonte cupidineam deprimit illa facem.
Cuius ab igne aliquid trahit immortale caloris
Fontis

aqua in sese, perpetuumque tenet; Crevit Aquis nomen Calidis, divinaque lymphae

Ad nova morborum fertur inesse salus.
Igne meae ex oculis dominae fax ipsa novatur,

Quam puer experiens ad mea corda movet;
Aeger opem fontis cupio, morosus et hospes

Huc feror, at nihilum suppeditatur opis. Vnde Cupido ignem petiit, fons ille salutis

Vnus erit, dominae lumina nempe meae.

CLIV
Parvus Amor fertur somno cubuisse, sibique

Ad latus igniferam deposuisse facem;
Multaque nympha, quibus decretum vivere caste,

Praeteriisse; harum pulchrior una fuit,
Illaque virgineis capit ignem interrita palmis

Qui calefecisset pectora mille virûm;
Sic ardoris inexpleti dominumque ducemque

Per somnum exarmat virginis una manus! Fonte face exstincta caluit fons tempus in omne,

Lymphaque morbosis inde salubris iit.
A domina laesus veni medicandus ad oram

Ipse, quod expertus certa referre queo:
Non ope lympharum possis exstinguere amorem,
Eius enim gelidas calfacit ardor aquas.