ELEGY XI.

_He begs Nape to deliver his letter to her mistress, and commences by

praising her neatness and dexterity, and the interest she has hitherto

manifested in his behalf._

|Nape, skilled at binding the straggling locks [166] and arranging

them in order, and not deserving to be reckoned [167] among the

female slaves; _known_, too, _by experience_ to be successful in the

contrivances of the stealthy night, and clever in giving the signals;

[168] you who have so oft entreated Corinna, when hesitating, to come to

me; who have been found so often faithful by me in my difficulties; take

and carry these tablets, [169] so well-filled, [170] this morning

to your mistress; and by your diligence dispel _all_ impeding delay.

Neither veins of flint, nor hard iron is in your breast, nor have you a

simplicity greater than that of your _clever_ class. There is no doubt

that you, too, have experienced the bow of Cupid; in my behalf defend

the banner of your service. If _Corinna_ asks what I am doing, you will

say that I am living in expectation of the night. The wax inscribed with

my persuasive hand is carrying the rest.

While I am speaking, time is flying; opportunely give her my tablets,

when she is at leisure; but still, make her read them at once. I bid you

watch her eyes and her forehead as she reads; from the silent features

we may know the future. And _be there_ no delay; when she has read them

through, request her to write a long answer; [172] I hate it, when the

bleached wax is empty, with a margin on every side. Let her write the

lines close as they run, and let the letters traced in the extreme

margin long detain my eyes.

_But_ what need is there for wearying her fingers with holding the pen?

[175] Let the whole of her letter contain this one word, "Come." Then,

I should not delay to crown my victorious tablets with laurel, nor to

place them in the midst of the temple of Venus. Beneath them I would

inscribe "Naso consecrates these faithful servants of his to Venus; but

lately, you were pieces of worthless maple." [176]

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