r daughter alone rears i' the soft of his years; (120)
He, long-wish'd for, an heir of wealth ancestral arriving,--
Scarcely the tablets' marge holds him, a name to the will,
Straight all hopes laugh'd down, each baffled kinsman usurping 125
Leaves to repose white hairs, stretches, a vulture, away;
Not in her own fond mate so turtle snowy delighteth, (125)
Tho' unabash'd, 'tis said, she the voluptuous hours
Snatches a thousand kisses, in amorous extasy biting.
Yet, more lightly than all ranges a womanly will. 130
Great their love, their frenzy; but all their frenzy before thee
Fail'd, once clasp'd thy lord splendid in aureat hair. (130)

Worthy in all or part thee, Laodamia, to rival,
Sought me my own sweet love, journey'd awhile to my arms.
Round her playing oft ran Cupid thither or hither, 135
Lustrous, array'd in bright broidery, saffron of hue.
What, to Catullus alone if a wayward fancy resort not? (135)
Must I pale for a stray frailty, the shame of an hour?
Nay; lest all too much such jealous folly provoke her.
Juno's self, a supreme glory celestial, oft 140
Crushes her eager rage, in wedlock-injury flaring,
Knowing yet right well Jove, what a losel is he. (140)

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