Went Hector arm'd for war, and victory.As Agamemnon saw Cassandra passWith hair dishevell'd, and disorder'd dress,H' admir'd the beauties of the prophetess:The god of war was caught in th' act of love;A story know to all the court above.Once did I pass my hours in sloth and ease,Cool shades and beds of down could only please;When a commanding beauty rais'd my mind,I left all little trifling thoughts behind,And to her service all my heart resign'd:Since, like an active soldier, have I spentMy time in toils of war, in beauty's tent:And for so sweet a pay all dangers underwent.You see, my Atticus, by what I prove,Who would not live in idleness-must love.

Poem 10, in which the poet complains that his mistress has asked him for money, is not here translated.

Elegy XI: To Nape, praying her to deliver his letter to her mistress. By Henry Cromwell.Nape, who know'st so well to set the hair,And all the fashions of the modish fair,Like thee no lady's woman in the townCan forward an intrigue, or pin a gown;