Why dost thou send me violets, my dear?
To make me burn more violent, I fear,
With violets too violent thou art,
To violate and wound my gentle heart.
[5194]———animam ne crede puellis,
Namque est foeminea tutior unda fide.
[5201]Neve puellarum lachrymis moveare memento,
Ut flerent oculos erudiere suos.
Care not for women's tears, I counsel thee,
They teach their eyes as much to weep as see.