Quaenam te mala mens, miselle Ravide,
Agit praecipitem in meos iambos?
Quis deus tibi non bene advocatus
Vecordem parat excitare rixam?
An ut pervenias in ora vulgi? 5
Quid vis? qua lubet esse notus optas?
Eris, quandoquidem meos amores
Cum longa voluisti amare poena.
What thought of folly Rávidus (poor churl!)
Upon my iambs thus would headlong hurl?
What good or cunning counsellor would fain
Urge thee to struggle in such strife insane?
Is’t that the vulgar mouth thy name by rote? 5
What will’st thou? Wishest on any wise such note?
Then shalt be noted since my love so lief
For love thou sued’st to thy lasting grief.
What mind ill set, O sorry Ravidus, doth thrust thee rashly on to my iambics? What god, none advocate of good for thee, doth stir thee to a senseless contest? That thou may’st be in the people’s mouth? What would’st thou? Dost wish to be famed, no matter in what way? So thou shalt be, since thou hast aspired to our loved one’s love, but by our long-drawn vengeance.
Last updated Sunday, March 27, 2016 at 11:52