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Lesbia, thou didst swear thou knewest only Catullus,

Cared'st not, if him thine arms chained, a Jove to retain.

Then not alone I loved thee, as each light lover a mistress,

Lov'd as a father his own sons, or an heir to the name.

Now I know thee aright; so, if more hotly desiring,

Yet must count thee a soul cheaper, a frailty to scorn.

'Friend,' thou say'st, 'you cannot.' Alas! such injury leaveth

Blindly to doat poor love's folly, malignly to will.