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And you stand against the snowy faces of your mistress.
Therefore the day had arrived, stored with the white fleece
Of the Fates: on which the marriage of Stella and Violentilla was proclaimed,
Let care and fear depart, let the deceitful tricks of oblique song
Cease. Fame, be silent. That unchecked love has submitted to laws,
And has bitten the bit; the talk of the commoners is exhausted.
v. of safety And the citizens have seen the kisses long spoken of,
30 You, however, astonished (although such great abundance of
Night was given), still desire more, and fear for the vows promised
With a favorable deity. Put aside your sighs, O sweet Poet.
Put them aside, she is yours; it is permitted to go and return
Through the open threshold with an open step. Now there is no doorkeeper: or law,
alt. obtained Or shame: at last satisfy yourself in the sought-after embrace
Of your spouse, and recall the hard nights in equal measure.
A reward truly worthy, even if Juno gave you Herculean
Labors, and if the Fates allowed you to contend with Stygian
40 Monsters, if you were snatched through the Cyanean heat.
For the sake of this one, you would tremble to run by the Pisan law,
And hear the roar of Oenomaus following you.
Nor if you had sat as the reckless Shepherd on Dardanian
Ida, would these be the gifts; nor if the soul-nourishing Titonia Aurora
Bore you, preferred, through the air in her chariot.