GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.11.12-3.11.31 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.11.12-3.11.31

On Cupid's neck I should have trod when young,And vanquish'd him when my desires were strong.In that there had been virtue; now there's none,The world will say so; let the world say on.Much opposition I shall meet; perhaps,The lewd will laugh, and threaten a relapse.To bear reproaches I must be prepar'd,Easy's the end, when the beginning's hard;Content let me the present pain endure,For the sharp medicine is the patient's cure.How oft you have expos'd me to the cold,While in your arms you did my rival hold!How like a slave have I been forc'd to waitAll weathers, and how oft have watched the gate!As if your house was trusted to my careAnd I, your sentinel, did duty there.Oft have I seen your sated lover comeWith looks, as if he long'd to be at home.But what most grated on my jealous mind,Was that he there the waiting fool should find.