ELEGY V.

_He addresses his mistress, whom he has detected acting falsely towards

him._

|Away with thee, quivered Cupid: no passion is of a value so great, that

it should so often be my extreme wish to die. It is my wish to die,

as oft as I call to mind your guilt. Fair one, born, alas! to be a

never-ceasing cause of trouble! It is no tablets rubbed out [339]

that discover your doings; no presents stealthily sent reveal your

criminality. Oh! would that I might so accuse you, that, _after all_,

I could not convict you! Ah wretched me! _and_ why is my case so stare?

Happy _the man_ who boldly dares to defend the object which he loves;

to whom his mistress is able to say, "I have done nothing _wrong_."

Hard-hearted _is he_, and too much does he encourage his own grief, by

whom a blood-stained victory is sought in the conviction of the accused.

To my sorrow, in my sober moments, with the wine on table, [342] I

myself was witness of your criminality, when you thought I was asleep.

I saw you _both_ uttering many an expression by moving your eyebrows;

[343] in your nods there was a considerable amount of language. Your

eyes were not silent, [344] the table, too, traced over with wine;

[345] nor was the language of the fingers wanting; I understood your

discourse, [346] which treated of that which it did not appear to do;

the words, too, preconcerted to stand for certain meanings. And now, the

tables removed, many a guest had gone away; a couple of youths _only_

were _there_ dead drunk. But then I saw you _both_ giving wanton kisses;

I am sure that there was billing enough on your part; such, _in fact_,

as no sister gives to a brother of correct conduct, but _rather such_

as some voluptuous mistress gives to the eager lover; such as we may

suppose that Phoebus did not give to Diana, but that Venus many a time

save to her own _dear_ Mars.

"What are you doing?" I cried out; "whither are you taking those

transports that belong to me? On what belongs to myself, I will lay the

hand of a master, [347] These _delights_ must be in common with you and

me, _and_ with me and you; _but_ why does any third person take a share

in them?"

This did I say; and what, _besides_, sorrow prompted my tongue to say;

but the red blush of shame rose on her conscious features; just as the

sky, streaked by the wife of Tithonus, is tinted with red, or the

maiden when beheld by her new-made husband; [348] just as the roses are

beauteous when mingled among their _encircling_ lilies; or when the

Moon is suffering from the enchantment of her steeds; [349] or the Assyrian

ivory [350] which the Mæonian woman has stained, [351] that from length

of time it may not turn yellow. That complexion _of hers_ was extremely

like to these, or to some one of these; and, as it happened, she never

was more beauteous _than then_. She looked towards the ground; to look

upon the ground, added a charm; sad were her features, in her sorrow was

she graceful. I had been tempted to tear her locks just as they were,

(and nicely dressed they were) and to make an attack upon her tender

cheeks.

When I looked on her face, my strong arms fell powerless; by arms of

her own was my mistress defended. I, who the moment before had been so

savage, _now_, as a suppliant and of my own accord, entreated that she

would give me kisses not inferior _to those given-to my rival_. She

smiled, and with heartiness she gave me her best _kisses_; such as might

have snatched his three-forked bolts from Jove. To my misery I am _now_

tormented, lest that other person received them in equal perfection; and

I hope that those were not of this quality. [352]

Those _kisses,_ too, were far better than those which I taught her; and

she seemed to have learned something new. That they were too delightful,

is a bad sign; that so lovingly were your lips joined to mine, _and_

mine to yours. And yet, it is not at this alone that I am grieved; I do

not only complain that kisses were given; although I do complain as well

that they were given; such could never have been taught but on a closer

acquaintanceship. I know not who is the master that has received a

remuneration so ample.

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