CUPID, whose lamp has lent the ray,
Which lightens our meandering way;
Cupid within my bosom stealing,
·Excites a strange and mingled feeling,
Which pleases, though severely teasing,

And teases, tho' divinely pleasing!

Barnes, 125th. This, if I remember right, is in Scaliger's Poetics. Gail has omitted it in his collection of fragments.

LET me resign a wretched breath,

Since now remains to me,

No other balm than kindly death,

To soothe my misery!

This fragment is extant in Arsenius and Hephæstion. See Barnes (69th)

who has arranged the metre of it very elegantly.

I KNOW thou lov'st a brimming measure,

And art a kindly, cordial host;

But let me fill and drink at pleasure—

Thus I enjoy the goblet most.

Barnes, 72d. This fragment, which is quoted by Athenæus, is an excellent lesson for the votaries of Jupiter Hospitalis.

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I FEAR that love disturbs my breast,
Yet feel not love's impassion'd care;
I think there's madness in my breast,
Yet cannot find that madness there!

This fragment is in Hephæstion. See Barnes, 95th.
Catullus expresses something of this contrariety of feelings—
Odi et amo-quare id faciam fortasse requiris ;
Nescio: sed fieri sentio, et excrucior.

I love thee and hate thee-but if I can tell

The cause of my love and my hate, may I die!

I can feel it, alas! I can feel it too well,

Carm. 53.

That I love thee and hate thee, but cannot tell why.

FROM dread Leucadia's frowning steep,
I'll plunge into the whitening deep:
And there I'll float, to waves resign'd—

For Love intoxicates my mind!

This also is in Hephæstion, and perhaps is a fragment of some poem, in which Anacreon had commemorated the fate of Sappho. It is the 123d of Barnes.

MIX me, child, a cup divine,
Chrystal water, ruby wine:
Weave the frontlet, richly flushing,

O'er my wint'ry temples blushing.
Mix the brimmer-Love and I
Shall no more the gauntlet try.
Here-upon this holy bowl,
I surrender all my soul!

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