Nor e'er was dove more loyal to her mate, That bird, which, more than all, with clinging beak Kiss after kiss will pluck insatiate,— Though prone thy sex its joys in change to seek, Than thou, Laodamia! Tame and cold Was all their passion, all their love to thine; When thou to thy enamour'd breast didst fold Thy blooming lord in ecstasy divine! As fond, as fair as thou, so came the maid, And though at times her wayward fancy stray And torture her and vex myself in vain ? Such is the way of fools; yea oft, 'tis true, To furtive dalliance stole, for well she knew, Yet 'tis unseemly, mortals to compare With gods; and wherefore over her should I Keep fearful watch, with all a father's care, And on her stol'n endearments play the spy? She came not to me, by a father led, Whilst Syrian odours welcomed home the bride, But in the hush of night to me she sped, Oh night of rapture! from her husband's side, And therefore, so that I, and I alone, I care not, how inconstant she may be. This gift of verse, the best I have, I send Thee with all other boons the gods endow, Which Themis gave the good, who were her care! Blest be thy home, scene of our sports, and thou, And she, thy life, who reigns the mistress there! And he who made us friends, my days to cheer ON AN INGRATE. O more thy pains for others' welfare spend, TO RUFUS. H Rufus, trusted as my friend and more, Was it for this into my heart you crept, Like thief you stole it with a caitiff guile, Bane of my life, our friendship's blight and pest! Oh hell! that your foul kisses should defile Yet shalt thou not escape my vengeance. No! |