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M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, for Quintius, Sextus Roscius, Quintus Roscius, against Quintus Caecilius, and against Verres (ed. C. D. Yonge) 530 0 Browse Search
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Sextus Propertius, Elegies (ed. Vincent Katz), Book 1, Narrated by a doorway, probably Cynthia's (search)
t you ever open up and admit my passion? Don't you know how to respond, if moved by furtive pleas? Will you never give in and put an end to my grief, will I have to sleep like a dog on your warm step? Midnight presses me, I lie in full view of the stars, a frigid breeze whips me with ice from the East. You alone take no pity on my human sufferings, no response from your silent hinges. If only my words, piercing some crack, could travel to strike my mistress' ears! She may be stubborner than Sicily's headland, she may be harder than iron and steel, but she won't be able to control her eyes, and emotion will well up in uninvited tears. Now she lies in someone's happy arms, my words fall with the nocturnal Zephyr. But you alone are the main cause of my sorrow, doorway, never conquered by my gifts! My tongue's petulance never strikes you (and I always speak my mind when wronged); you provoke me to complain till I'm hoarse, and I spend the whole night on the street. I've often written poe