[421] "Et que taceo."
[422] "Qui dant fallendos se tibi saepe, deos."
Elegia XII.[423]
Dolet amicam suam ita suis carminibus innotuisse ut rivales multos sibi pararit.
What day was that, which all sad haps to bring,
White birds to lovers did not[424] always sing?
Or is I think my wish against the stars?
Or shall I plain some god against me wars?
Who mine was called, whom I loved more than any,