CARM. II.
Reading edition
pauca nunciate meae puellae.
Comrades and friends! with whom, where'er The fates have willed thro' life I've roved, Now speed ye home, and with you bear These bitter words to her I've loved.
Tell her from fool to fool to run, Where'er her vain caprice may call; Of all her dupes not loving one, But ruining and maddening all.
Bid her forget—what now is past— Our once dear love, whose rain lies Like a fair flower, the meadow's last. Which feels the ploughshare's edge and dies!