Down upon thee, from head to foot, I draw the pangs of longing love. Send forth the charm, ye Deities! Let him consume with love of me.
Assent to this, O Heavenly Grace! Celestial Purpose, guide it well! Send forth the charm, ye Deities! Let him consume with love of me.
If thou shouldst run three leagues away, five leagues, a horse's daily stage, Thence thou shalt come to me again and be the father of our sons.
