Byron's Poetical Works, Volume 1

SULPICIA AD CERINTHUM (LIB.  QUART.).

  Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease

  Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? 
  Alas!  I wish’d but to o’ercome the pain,
  That I might live for Love and you again;
  But, now, I scarcely shall bewail my fate: 
  By Death alone I can avoid your hate.

[Footnote i: 

  ‘does this fell disease’.

[4to.  ’P. on V. Occasions.]