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"Sulpicia ad Cerinthum. " -- Lib. iv.
Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease / Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? / Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain, / That I might live for love and you again; / But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate: / By death alone I can avoid your hate.