'Sulpicia ad Cerinthum.'--Lib. iv. <br /> <br />Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease <br />Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? <br />Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain, <br />That I might live for love and you again; <br />But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate: <br />By death alone I can avoid your hate<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imitation-of-tibullus/
