The Greek Anthology | 
In wanton sport my Doris from her fair
And glossy tresses tore a straggling hair
And bound my hands as if of conquest vain
And I some Royal captive in her chain...
...I said but ah I had not learnd to prove
How strong the fetters that are forged by love
That little thread of gold I strive to sever
Is bound like steel about my heart for ever
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turnd me by a single hair
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