MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14. <br /> <br />Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto, <br /> Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa suis; <br />Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non dolet, inquit: <br /> Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Paete, dolet. <br /> <br /> ENGLISHED. <br /> <br />When brave chast Arria to her Poetus gave <br />The sword from her own breast did bleeding wave: <br />If there be faith, this wound smarts not, said she; <br />But what you'l make, ah, that will murder me.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mart-lib-i-epi-14/
