Take courage, fair Corinna, never fear,Thou shalt not long these borrow'd tresses wear:Time for your beauty shall this loss repairAnd you again shall charm with native hair.

Poem 15, in which the poet boasts his work will outlive him, is not here translated.

Poem 1, in which the poet introduces his second book, is not here translated.

Poem 2, addressed to Bagoe, is not here translated.

Elegy III: To a Eunuch, who had the keeping of his mistressHow hard's my hap, to have my fair consign'dTo one, who is imperfect in his kind;To one, who ne'er can have the pow'r to proveAs woman, or as man, the mutual joys of love!Who practis'd first on boys the cutting steel,Deserv'd himself the fatal wound to feel.Couldst thou be capable of Cupid's fires,Or the least sensible of love's desires,Some pity thou wouldst have on me, and grantThy aid, for what thou canst not know I want.Ill suits thee now, the warrior's lance to wield,To mount the manag'd horse, or lift the brazen shield:Arms are for men, and not for such as thee,Who shouldst from ev'ry manly thought be free.No banner shouldst thou, but thy lady's bear,And have no other leader but the fair.