Is the cease-fire over, Venus?
Spare me! Spare me! I beg you to remember
I am not what I once was
When under the gentle thumb of Cynara. Forbear,
Cruel mother of the Cupids,
To put the screws to one now pushing fifty,
Now cold to your hot breath.
Go whither the young are praying up a storm;
On purple swansdown go,
Revel in the house of Paulus Maximus,
And seek what you must seek,
That someone who would burn most hard, most gem-like.
Noble and handsome both,
The champion of the divorc
(Henri Coulette)
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