Poem 10

If from the bottom of my lovesick heart,
Of last night's coyness I do not repent;
May I no more your tender anguish hear,
No longer see you shed the' impassion'd tear.
You grasp'd my knees, and yet to let you part—
O night more happy with Cerinthus spent!
My flame with coyness to conceal I thought,
But this concealment was too dearly bought.
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Tibullus
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