Lord Byron — Imitation Of Tibullus

Imitation Of Tibullus SULPICIA AD CERINTHUM (LIB. QUART.). Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease [i] Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain, That I might live for Love and you again; But, now, I scarcely shall bewail my fate: By Death alone I can avoid your hate. [Footnote i: 'does this fell disease'. [4to. 'P. on V. Occasions.]