Book V., Epigram 182.
Tell her this, Dorcas! Tell her once again,
A third time, Dorcas, tell her everything.
Run, don't delay, fly! Wait a minute, wait
A moment longer, Dorcas! Whither haste
Before the whole thou know'st? Add only this
To what I said before,—but trifle not.
Say, only say—no, Dorcass, tell her all.
Why should I send you, Dorcas, for with you
I go myself? My message I precede.