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might organize for his students, and let us prepare a solemn
joy, of which God stands as witness and author,
the power-holding moderator, the king of both men and Gods,
whom they say, in the Paradisiacal garden (after he had created all things),
when Adam was sleeping, he drew from his side
the matter of the first mother, and skillfully, he spoke to the rib
that had then been fashioned, saying:
Grow, joined to your husband, a fertile Virago woman of strength,
and may your generation of offspring dilate the world:
then your descendants shall have these social laws,
and while life remains, they will reverently keep their marriage beds.
Nor does the law forbid this man to have left his own parents,
for whom his only wife comes into sweet embraces.
By this voice of God, mother, I, Cupid, send my shafts everywhere
(for who would not dare to trust the words of Jove?
Who, having sworn, gives all things faithfully).
Hence, for us, there are the flatteries of a bold mouth,
which Nature has not denied that anyone should observe:
for he who is born of a Tigress carries rocks under his chest,
to whom my shafts do not sustain any wound,
a wound readily curable through happy torches:
which, I say, the divine power of Jove itself approves.
Therefore, lest envious Pallas deprive us of honor,
nor support her own hall with our spoils,
when she leads the youth to the summits of Parnassus,
and outright consigns them to old age:
Use the advice, dearest mother, of your son,
to whose mind this opinion sits:
Since gifts given will be to the heart of all,