Unto a caitif wretch, whom long affliction holdtth,
A nd now fully help to bee quite perished ;
Grant yet, grant yet a look, to the last moment of his anguish,
O you (alas so I finde) cans of his onely mine :
Dread not auohit (0 goodly cruel) that pitie may enter
Into thy heart by the sight of this Epistle I send :
And so refuse to behold of these strange wounds the redtall,
Lest it might m 1 allure home to thyself to return.
A nd now fully help to bee quite perished ;
Grant yet, grant yet a look, to the last moment of his anguish,
O you (alas so I finde) cans of his onely mine :
Dread not auohit (0 goodly cruel) that pitie may enter
Into thy heart by the sight of this Epistle I send :
And so refuse to behold of these strange wounds the redtall,
Lest it might m 1 allure home to thyself to return.
Catullus - Ellis - Poems and Fragments
