Oh heavy yoke of love, which whoso bears,
Is quite undone, and that at unawares.
[5576]———insaniam priusquam quis sentiat,
Vix pili intervallo a furore absum.
I shall be mad before it be perceived,
A hair-breadth off scarce am I, now distracted.
At ille ruebat quo pedes ducebant, furibundus,
Nam illi saevus Deus jntus jecur laniabat.
He went he car'd not whither, mad he was,
The cruel God so tortured him, alas!