§14.1Mollis inertia cur tantam diffuderit imis §14.2oblivionem sensibus, §14.3pocula Lethaeos ut si ducentia somnos §14.4arente fauce traxerim, §14.5candide Maecenas, occidis Saepe rogando: §14.6deus, deus nam me vetat §14.7inceptos, olim promissum carmen, iambos §14.8ad umbilicum adducere.
Why a soft inertia has diffused such great oblivion in my deepest senses, as if I had drained, with a parched throat, cups that bring Lethean slumbers, candid Maecenas, you kill me by asking so often: for a god, a god forbids me to bring to the scroll's end the iambics I have begun—the poem once promised.
§14.9non aliter Samio dicunt arsisse Bathyllo §14.10Anacreonta Teium, §14.11qui persaepe cava testudine flevit amorem §14.12non elaboratum ad pedem.
They say that Teian Anacreon burned for Samian Bathyllus in no other way, who so often wept his love on his hollow lyre in an unelaborated meter.
§14.13ureris ipse miser: quodsi non pulcrior ignis §14.14accendit obsessam Ilion, §14.15gaude sorte tua; me libertina, nec uno §14.16contenta, Phryne macerat.
You yourself, poor man, are burning: but if no fairer flame set besieged Ilium on fire, rejoice in your lot; as for me, Phryne, a freedwoman not content with one lover, wastes me away.