Lesbia while her lord stands near, rails ever upon me.
This to the fond weak fool seemeth a mighty delight.
Dolt, you see not at all. Could she forget me, to rail not,
Nought were amiss; if now scold she, or if she revile,
5 'Tis not alone to remember; a shrewder stimulus arms her,
Anger; her heart doth burn verily, thus to revile.
LXXXIV.
Stipends Arrius ever on opportunity shtipends,
Ambush as hambush still Arrius used to declaim.
Then, hoped fondly the words were a marvel of articulation,
While with an h immense 'hambush' arose from his heart.
5 So his mother of old, so e'en spoke Liber his uncle,
Credibly; so grandsire, grandam alike did agree.
Syria took him away; all ears had rest for a moment;
Lightly the lips those words, slightly could utter again.
None was afraid any more of a sound so clumsy returning;
10 Sudden a solemn fright seized us, a message arrives.
'News from Ionia country; the sea, since Arrius enter'd,
Changed; 'twas Ionian once, now 'twas Hionian all.'
LXXXV.
Half I hate, half love. How so? one haply requireth.
Nay, I know not; alas feel it, in agony groan.
LXXXVI.
Lovely to many a man is Quintia; shapely, majestic,
Stately, to me; each point singly 'tis easy to grant.
'Lovely' the whole, I grant not; in all that bodily largeness,
Lives not a grain of salt, breathes not a charm anywhere.
5 Lesbia—she is lovely, an even temper of utmost
Beauty, that every charm stealeth of every fair.