Satires—Imitations—AND Sonnets.

by Cornwall Bayley

 

FROM CATULLUS.

 
Hal strives to climb the hill of sense
But reason hurls him headlong thence!
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Lesbia my fond proposals still disproves,
Yet may I perish but my Lesbia loves;
Whence is my proof?—the same revoking will
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Is mine!—I curse her—yet I love her still!
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My Lesbia swears she never more can love,
Save loving me—no not tho’ wo’ed by Jove!
But women’s oaths should be transcrib’d in haste,
And somewhere where they cannot be eras’d! [Page 45]
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