T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Elegy in Defence of Inconstancy
By Propertius (c. 50c. 16 B.C.)(Translated by Sir Charles Elton) “FRAMEST thou excuse, who art a tale to all? | |
Whose Cynthia long is read at every stall?” | |
These words might damp a deaf man’s brow, and move | |
A candid blush for mean and nameless love. | |
Bat did my Cynthia breathe a melting sigh, | 5 |
I were not called the head of levity: | |
Nor broad town-scandal should traduce my fame: | |
Then would I speak, though branded thus by name. | |
Wonder not thou that meaner nymphs invite: | |
They less defame me: are the causes light? | 10 |
She’ll now a fan of peacock’s plumes demand; | |
And now a crystal ball to cool her hand: | |
Tease me to death for ivory dice, and pray | |
For glittering baubles of the sacred way. | |
Ah! let me die if I regard the cost: | 15 |
A jilting fair one’s mockery stings me most. | |
Was this the favour to transport my heart? | |
Thou feel’st no blush, thus charming as thou art: | |
Scarce two short nights in tender joys are sped, | |
And I am called intruder on thy bed. | 20 |
Yet wouldst thou praise my person; read my lay: | |
Has this thy love then flown so swift away? | |
The race of genius may my rival run: | |
But let him learn from me to love but one. | |
What! he forsooth will Lerna’s snake enfold; | 25 |
Snatch from th’ Hesperian dragon fruits of gold; | |
Drain poisonous juice; or shipwreck’d gulp the sea; | |
And from no miseries shrink, for sake of thee? | |
Ah! would, my life! these tasks were proved in me! | |
Then should we find this gallant, now so proud, | 30 |
Skulk his mean head among the coward crowd. | |
Let the vain braggart vaunt his puffed success; | |
One short year shall divorce your tenderness. | |
No Sibyl’s years, Herculean toils, avail, | |
Nor that last gloomy day to make my fondness fail. | 35 |
Yes—thou shalt cull my bones, which tears bedew: | |
“Propertius! these were thine: ah tried and true! | |
Ah me! most true! though not through noble veins | |
Flow’d thy rich blood, nor ample thy domains.” | |
Yes—I will all endure: all wrongs are slight: | 40 |
A beauteous woman makes the burden light. | |
Many for thee, I well believe, have sighed; | |
But few of men in constancy are tried. | |
Brief time for Ariadne Theseus burned: | |
Demophoön from his Phillis ingrate turned: | 45 |
In Jason’s bark the sea Medea braved, | |
Yet, lone abandon’d, cursed the man she saved: | |
Hard too the woman’s heart, whose feign’d desire | |
For many lovers fans the ready fire. | |
Not to the suitors, vain of noble race, | 50 |
Not to the wealthy, yield thy bribed embrace: | |
Of these scarce one would shed a tear for thee, | |
Or near thy urn be found, as I shall be. | |
Yet rather thou for me, grant, heaven! the prayer, | |
Smite on thy naked breast, and strew thy streaming hair. | 55 |