“Oh, yes! You’ll give me all, when soon salt even you’ll deny.”
“Oh, I could pour my soul into you for your dear delight!”
“Forgive, O Artemis, forgive your faithless acolyte.”
“Venus shall have an ox; a calf for Cupid I will burn.”
“A virgin came I hither, but a woman shall return.”
“The nurse, the mother, of my babes, now never more a maid.”
So with young limbs entwined in love all joyously they played,
Soft-murmuring each to each; then from their secret couch they leap:
She, when she had arisen, went away to feed her sheep;
Shame was in her eyes, but her heart beat high above: