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Of her temper he fpeaks In the following terms, while he warns his 

 friend of the fufferings he mufl: encounter, fliould he prefume to ad- 

 drefs this miftrefs. 



NoQ impune feres, fciet hcc infana puella ; 

 Et tlbi non tacitis vocibus erit. 



Yet not unpunifli'd — fliould my Cynthia know 

 The trait'rous aft, 'twere to thy fliame and woe. — 

 What ftorms of anger, what vlndiflive fire ! 

 What poignant words that wit and rage infpire ! 



Quid tibi vis infane ? meos fentire furores ? 

 -. Infelix properas ultima nofie mala ! 



Non eft ilia vagis fimilis collata puellis, 

 Molliter irafci non fciet ilia tibi. 



What madnefs ! feel a paflion for my fair ! 

 • 'Tis tumult, woe, delirium, and defpair. 

 Unlike the maids, that common minds engage ; 

 Hers high-born worth, and hers vindiflive rage. 

 No vulgar pride within her bofom glows. 

 Her wretched lovers prove no vulgar woes. 



Propertius fuccefsfuliy employs mythology and fable, for the embellifliment 

 of his compofitions, and unites purity of expreflion, with the delicacy and 

 charms of fentiment. As I cannot but think there is much fimilarity of genius, 

 fo there feems to be a fimilarity of fortunes between Propertius and Petrarch. 

 Propertius and Petrarch each feem to have felt more pain than pleafure 

 from his paflion. It is probable, that Cynthia and Propertius rendered 

 each other very uneafy, by mutual jealoufy, and violence of temper. 



Nee jam pallorem toties mirabere noftrum, 

 Aut curas Cm toto corpore nullus ego. 



Thou flialt not wonder, that this hue of death, 

 "i O'erfpreads my cheek, and fails my lab'ring breath. 



That all my limbs their wonted aid refufe. 

 And on my temples hang the Cckly dews. 



Me 



