Epigram 33. Of the Infamie of his Mistress

Rumor ait crebro nostram peccare puellam:
Nunc ego me surdis auribus esse velim.
Crimina non hae sunt nostro sine ficta dolore:
Quid miserum torques? Rumor acerbe tace.

Of falshood Fame my Mistress doth accuse:
Would I were deaf, and could not hear the newes.
This is not forged without my unease:
Why dost thou vex me? cruel Rumour, peace.