§3.11b.1Luctantur pectusque leve in contraria tendunt §3.11b.2Hac amor hac odium, sed, puto, vincit amor.
Love and hatred fight, and pull my fickle heart in opposite directions; here is love, there is hatred, but, I think, love wins.
§3.11b.35Odero, si potero; si non, invitus amabo.
I will hate, if I can; if not, I will love against my will.
§3.11b.36Nec iuga taurus amat; quae tamen odit, habet.
Nor does the bull love the yoke; yet what he hates, he bears.
I flee from your wickedness — but your beauty brings me back as I flee; I shrink from the sins of your character — but I love your body.
Thus I can live neither without you nor with you, and I seem not to know my own wish.
§3.11b.41Aut formosa fores minus, aut minus inproba, vellem; §3.11b.42Non facit ad mores tam bona forma malos.
I wish that you were either less beautiful, or less wicked; such a fine beauty does not suit bad morals.
§3.11b.43Facta merent odium, facies exorat amorem — §3.11b.44Me miserum, vitiis plus valet illa suis!
Your deeds deserve hatred, your face pleads for love — miserable me, that face is more powerful than its own vices!
§3.11b.45Parce, per o lecti socialia iura, per omnis §3.11b.46Qui dant fallendos se tibi saepe deos, §3.11b.47Perque tuam faciem, magni mihi numinis instar, §3.11b.48Perque tuos oculos, qui rapuere meos!
Spare me, oh, by the shared laws of our bed, by all the gods who so often offer themselves to be falsely sworn by you, and by your face, which is to me like a great deity, and by your eyes, which have captured mine!