GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.7.72-3.7.91 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.7.72-3.7.91

But with my manhood the whole life was fled.If none should lend an ear, why is the song,Or painted nymphs shown to a blinded throng !Ye gods ! what joys did not my fancy raise !I curl'd in folds of love a thousand ways.Strong were my thoughts, but ah ! my body layLanguid as roses pluck'd off yesterday.Now all the blood the circling spirits fire,And the lost field impertinent require;Begone untimely nerves! I trust no more,Such was the promise of your strength before.Could you the fair one balk of her delight,Disgrace your master by so base a fright,And want the courage for so sweet a fight?Did she not kindly too your stay demand,And tempt it softly with a soothing hand ?But when solicitings no life could gain,And inspirations, tho' from her, were vain;"Who bade thee thus thyself to me to bring !Go for a silly unperforming thing: