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jealoufy or love; we behold in him a fierce ardour of defire, an 

 impetuous burfl: of paiTion not unlike what Shakefpeare has painted in 

 his Moor of Venice. 



Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my foul. 

 But I do love thee — and when I love thee not, 

 Chaos is come again. 



Multa prius vaflo labantur flumina ponto ; 



Amnis et inverfus duxerit ante vias. 



An mihi fit major carse cuftodia matris? 



An fiae te, vita cura fit ulla mese ? 



Tu mihi fola domus, tu Cynthia, fola parentes ; 



Omnia tu noftrs tempora Istitia;. 



Sooner the flood it's downward courfe fliall change, 



The day-ftar fooner from its orbit range, 



Dearer than (he from whom my being came ; 

 Dearer than genial light and vital flame ; 

 Thou art my kindred, parents, friends alone. 

 Thou only comfort that my days have known. 



Juro tibi per ofla matris, et ofla. parentis ; 

 (Si fallo, cinis heu fit mihi uterque gravis,) 

 Me tibi ad extremas manfurum vita tenebras, 

 Ambos uoa fides auferet, una dies. 



Shades of my buried fire, and mother, hear. 

 And blaft with curfes if 1 falfely fwear. 

 My love, thou darling, (hall to death extend; 

 One faith, one hour the mutual throb (hall end. 



Non adeo leviter noftris puer haetit ocellis, 

 Ut meus oblito pulvis amore vacet. 



Not mine the foul that glows with feeble fires, 

 Not mine the love that in the grave expires. 



Tibullus is like a foft and gentle fliower, flealing on the heart of 

 his miftrefs, and melting it by degrees. Propertius ' is a fierce and ra- 

 pid torrent, bearing down and hurrying away «very obftacle, with re- 



refiftlefs 



