Love
Book III, Elegy 17: From her Sick-bed (Postgate)
Translated by J. P. Postgate (Loeb, 1913) · From Elegies (Loeb, 1913)
Cerinthus, hast thou any tender thought for thine own girl, now that fever racks her feeble frame ? Ah, I would not pray to triumph over the drear disease if I thought not that thou wouldst wish it too. How should it profit me to master sickness if thou canst bear my troubles with a heart unmoved ?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Attributed to Sulpicia, from the Corpus Tibullianum; numbered III. 17 (IV. 11) in this volume.
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MLA
Tibullus (Albius Tibullus). “Book III, Elegy 17: From her Sick-bed (Postgate).” Translated by J. P. Postgate. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tibullus/56/.
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Tibullus (Albius Tibullus). “Book III, Elegy 17: From her Sick-bed (Postgate).” Translated by J. P. Postgate. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tibullus/56/.
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