Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14. - Poem by Richard Lovelace

MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14.

Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto,
Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa suis;
Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non dolet, inquit:
Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Paete, dolet.


When brave chast Arria to her Poetus gave
The sword from her own breast did bleeding wave:
If there be faith, this wound smarts not, said she;
But what you'l make, ah, that will murder me.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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