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goes as a precursor to Venus, who, while the queen of the cohort
followed last: the order restrained the troop.
Without delay, under the leafy plane tree, Cytherea Venus
stretches herself out, and unbinds her garments flowered with gold,
which the graces of spring everywhere were soothing,
soft marjoram, and the myrtle most pleasing to her.
With these things done, at the call of the Goddess, the Nymph soon
enters the crown, than whom there is no other in the whole assembly
more beautiful to my eyes, whiter than the goose of Leda the swan which seduced Leda,
with cheeks suffused with milk and red:
Such as ivory is by chance sprinkled with gore,
and such as a red rose mixed with white privet:
Such she was, and so venerable among the other
Goddess-like virgins, as a gem shines from gold.
That girl beloved by Paris would be worthless,
she who came snatched away from Mycenae to the destruction of the Teucrians Trojans.
O eyes like the stars, and hair
curled in pliant hooks, and flowing straight down.
What should I tell of the headbands with gathered gems,
or of the robe heavy with riches and clattering silver?
Alas, why the rest? For to wish to recount everything here
is to count the flowers, the buds of the green earth.
But truly, whether by chance or fate, I do not know,
a most respected man follows the girl from behind, he
whom the player of the lyre, Apollo, having nurtured in his bosom,
explained, the bridegroom most worthy of this Nymph,
and no less is the maiden worthy of this husband,
both equals in spirit, and both of mature age,
one land produced both into the living breezes,