All Nine often used to come to me, I mean the Muses:
But I ignored them: my girl was in my arms.
Now I've left my sweetheart: and they've left me,
And I roll my eyes, seeking a knife or rope.
But Heaven is full of gods: You came to aid me:
Greetings, Boredom, mother of the Muse.

Epigram 27 - Venetian Epigrams (1790)