§2.9b.25'Vive' deus 'posito' siquis mihi dicat 'amore!' §2.9b.26Deprecer — usque adeo dulce puella malum est.
"Live, having laid aside love!" if any god should say to me, I would pray against it — to such an extent is a girl a sweet evil.
§2.9b.27Cum bene pertaesum est, animoque relanguit ardor, §2.9b.28Nescio quo miserae turbine mentis agor.
When I am thoroughly weary, and the passion has grown faint in my mind, I am driven by some tempest of a wretched mind.
§2.9b.29Ut rapit in praeceps dominum spumantia frustra §2.9b.30Frena retentantem durior oris equus; §2.9b.31Ut subitus, prope iam prensa tellure, carinam §2.9b.32Tangentem portus ventus in alta rapit — §2.9b.33Sic me saepe refert incerta Cupidinis aura, §2.9b.34Notaque purpureus tela resumit Amor.
Just as a horse with a hard mouth sweeps its master headlong, who in vain holds back the foaming reins; just as a sudden wind, when the land is now nearly gripped, sweeps back into the deep the ship that is touching the harbor — so the uncertain breeze of Cupid often brings me back, and radiant Love takes up again his familiar weapons.
§2.9b.35Fige, puer! positis nudus tibi praebeor armis; §2.9b.36Hic tibi sunt vires, hac tua dextra facit; §2.9b.37Huc tamquam iussae veniunt iam sponte sagittae — §2.9b.38Vix illis prae me nota pharetra sua est!
Pierce me, boy! Stripped of my weapons, I offer myself naked to you; here is your strength, here your right hand acts; hither your arrows now come of their own accord, as if bidden — their own quiver is scarcely more known to them than I am!
Unhappy is he, whoever can endure to rest the whole night, and calls sleep a great reward!
§2.9b.41Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago!
Fool, what is sleep but the image of cold death!
§2.9b.42Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.
The Fates will give long times for resting.
At one time let the words of a deceitful mistress deceive me; by hoping at least I shall carry away great joys.
§2.9b.45Et modo blanditias dicat, modo iurgia nectat; §2.9b.46Saepe fruar domina, saepe repulsus eam.
And at another let her speak flatteries, at another spin quarrels; often let me enjoy my mistress, often let me go, having been rejected.
§2.9b.47Quod dubius Mars est, per te, privigne Cupido, est; §2.9b.48Et movet exemplo vitricus arma tuo.
That Mars is doubtful in war is because of you, stepson Cupid; and your stepfather moves his weapons after your example.
You are light, and far more windy than your wings, and you give and deny joys with ambiguous faith.
If, however, you listen, Cupid, along with your beautiful mother, exercise in my breast a reign never to be deserted!
§2.9b.53Accedant regno, nimium vaga turba, puellae!
Let girls, a too fickle crowd, join your kingdom!
§2.9b.54Ambobus populis sic venerandus eris.
Thus you will be revered by both peoples.