Andromeda

What bucolic maiden Now thy heart bewitches, O my Andromeda Of the strange amours?

Round her awkward ankles She has not the faintest Sense of art to draw her Long ungraceful tunic.

Yet she surely makes thee, O my Andromeda, For thy sweet unlawful Love a fair requital.

Joy and praise attend thee, In thy keen perceptive Taste for beauty, daughter Of Polyanax!

EUNEICA

Aphrodite’s handmaid, Bright as gold thou earnest, Tender woven garlands Round thy tender neck;

Sweet as soft Persuasion, Lissome as the Graces, Shy Euneica, lovely Girl from Salamis.

Slender thou as Syrinx, As the waving reed-nymph, Once by Pan, the god of Summer winds, deflowered.

On thy lips whose quiver Seems to plead for pity, Mine shall rest and linger Like the mouth of Pan

On the mouth of Syrinx, When his breath that filled her Blew through all her body Music of his love.

GORGO

Gorgo, I am weary Of thy love’s insistence, Thou to me appearest An ill-favored child.

Though I am than Gello Fonder still of virgins, Toward thee I have never Felt the least desire.

Yesternight I knew not What to do, for pity Moved my bosom deeply, Seeing thee implore.

Harassed by alternate Yielding and refusal, I was half persuaded Then to grant thy prayer.

At my door thy presence Lingers like a shadow; Vain wouldst thou reproach me With appealing eyes.

Dost thou think by constant Proofs of lasting passion, Slowly my obdurate Will to wear away?

Gorgo, I am weary Of thy love’s insistence, And my strength exhausted Grants thy wish at last.