Ecquid te mediis cessantem, Cynthia, Baiis, qua iacet Herculeis semita litoribus, et modo Thesproti mirantem subdita regno proxima Misenis aequora nobilibus, nostri cura subit memores adducere noctes? ecquis in extremo restat amore locus? an te nescio quis simulatis ignibus hostis sustulit e nostris, Cynthia, carminibus, ut solet amoto labi custode puella, perfida communis nec meminisse deos? atque utinam mage te remis confisa minutis parvula Lucrina cumba moretur aqua, aut teneat clausam tenui Teuthrantis in unda alternae facilis cedere lympha manu, quam vacet alterius blandos audire susurros molliter in tacito litore compositam! non quia perspecta non es mihi cognita fama, sed quod in hac omnis parte timetur amor.
Cynthia at Baiae While you dally in the heart of Baiae, Cynthia, where lies a causeway on shores made by Hercules, and marvel that the waters but recently below Thesprotus kingdom are now close to renowned Misenum, does any concern arise to bring on nights when you remember me? Is any room left for me in a far corner of your heart? Or has some rival by his pretended rapture stolen you, Cynthia, from your place in my songs, since, when there is none to watch her, a girl will stray and, betraying her lover, will forget the gods that sealed their troth? I would rather that some toy boat, propelled by tiny paddles, be amusing you upon the Lucrine lake, or that waters yielding easily to the swimmers alternating strokes be keeping you cloistered in the shallow waves of Teuthras, than you be free to hear the seductive whispers of another, comfortably couched on a beach that tells no tales: not that you are not known to me as of tested repute, but because in this regard fear is felt for every love.
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