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Propertius: Book II, Elegy 8 / _"Eripitur nobis iam pridem cara puella -- -- "_
While she I loved is being torn / From arms that held her many years, / Dost thou regard me, friend, with scorn, / Or seek to check my tears?
Bitter the hatred for a jilt, / And hot the hates of Eros are; / My hatred, slay me an thou wilt, / For thee'd be gentler far.
Can I endure that she recline / Upon another's arm? Shall they / No longer call that lady "mine"
Who "mine" was yesterday?
For Love is fleeting as the hours.
The town of Thebes is draped with moss, / And Ilium's well-known topless towers / Are now a total loss.
Fell Thebes and Troy; and in the grave / Have fallen lords of high degree.
What songs I sang! What gifts I gave! / . _She_ never fell for me.