So he'll quickly devour the way, if only
He's no booby; for all a snowy maiden
Chide imperious, and her hands around him
10 Both in jealousy clasp'd, refuse departure.
She, if only report the truth bely not,
Doats, as hardly within her own possession.
3.
For since lately she read his high-preluding
Queen of Dindymus, all her heart is ever
15 Melting inly with ardour and with anguish.
Maiden, laudable is that high emotion,
Muse more rapturous, you, than any Sappho.
The Great Mother he surely sings divinely.
XXXVI.
1.
Vilest paper of all dishonour, annals
Of Volusius, hear my lovely lady's
Vow, and pay it; awhile she swore to Venus
And fond Cupid, if ever I returning
5 Ceased from enmity, left to launch iambics,
She would surely devote the sorry poet's
Choicest rarities unto sooty Vulcan,
The lame deity, there to blaze lamenting.