English poem
Imitation of Tibullus. Sulpicia AD Cerinthum (Lib. Quart.)
by Lord Byron
Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease 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.