Either take away, O Eros, a wish for love, or let me be loved! Take away all desire, or satisfy it |
Either take away, O Eros, a wish for love, or let me be loved! Take away all desire, or satisfy it |
Nycilla dyes her locks, 'tis said, but 'tis foul aspersion; She buys them black, they therefore need no subsequent immersion |
They call thee rich; I deem thee poor; since, if thou darest not use thy store, but savest only for thine heirs, the treasure is not thine, but theirs |