Horace, Ode 3.9

"Donec gratus eram tibi

nec quisquam potior bracchia candidae

cervici iuvenis dabat,

Persarum vigui rege beatior."

"Donec non alia magis

arsisti neque erat Lydia post Chloen,

multi Lydia nominis

Romana vigui clarior Ilia."

"Me nunc Thressa Chloe regit,

dulcis docta modos et citharae sciens,

pro qua non metuam mori

si parcent animae fata superstiti."

"Me torret face mutua

Thurini Calais filius Ornyti,

pro quo bis patiar mori,

si parcent puero fata superstiti."

"Quid si prisca redit Venus

diductosque iugo cogit aeneo?

si flava excutitur Chloe

reiectaeque patet ianua Lydiae?"

"Quamquam sidere pulchrior

ille est, tu levior cortice et improbo

iracundior Hadria,

tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens!"

"As long as I was pleasing to you

and any better young man was not giving

his arms to your bright neck,

I flourished, happier than the king of the Persians."

"As long as you burned for no other

more and Lydia was not after Chloe,

Lydia of many names,

I flourished brighter than Roman Ilia."

"Now Thracian Chloe rules me,

learned in sweet measures and skilled of the lyre,

for whom I would not fear to die

if the Fates will spare my surviving sweetheart."

"Thurinus Calais son of Ornytus burns

me with a mutual flame,

for whom I would suffer to die twice,

if the Fates will spare my surviving boy."

"What if ancient Venus returns

and forces the separated ones into a bronze yoke?

If blonde Chloe is cast out

and the door is open to scorned Lydia?"

"Although he is more beautiful

than a star, you are lighter than a cork and angrier

than the wicked Adriatic sea,

I would love to live with you, I, willing, would die with you!"