As knoweth he who life for her refuses.

Thou know'st it; since, for her, to thee not bitter

Was death in Utica, where thou didst leave

The vesture, that will shine so, the great day.

By us the eternal edicts are not broken;

Since this one lives, and Minos binds not me;

But of that circle I, where are the chaste

Eyes of thy Marcia, who in looks still prays thee,

(Editor：knowledge)