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74 IMITATION OF TIBULLUS.

SULPICIA AD CERINTHUM (LIB. QUART.).

TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.

LUGETE VENERES CUPIDINESQUE (CARM. III.).

Cupids, droop each little head,

Nor let your wings with joy be spread,

My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead,

Whom dearer than her eyes she lov'd:

For he was gentle, and so true,

Obedient to her call he flew,

No fear, no wild alarm he knew,

But lightly o'er her bosom mov'd: