rrible thighs drew it down, and conceived,
as the embryo ran
Thoro' blood, thoro' brain, and the Mother gave all
to the making of man,
She, she, our Dione, directed the seminal current to
creep,
Penetrating, possessing, by devious paths all the
height, all the deep.
She, of all procreation procuress, the share to the 65
furrow laid true;

Inbuit, jussitque mundum nosse nascendi vias.
_Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit
cras amet._

Ipsa Trojanos nepotes in Latinos transtulit,
Ipsa Laurentem puellam conjugem nato dedit;
Moxque Marti de sacello dat pudicam virginem; 70
Romuleas ipsa fecit cum Sabinis nuptias,
Unde Ramnes et Quirites proque prole posterum
Romuli matrem crearet et nepotem Caesarem.
_Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras
amet._

She, she, to the womb drave the knowledge, and open'd the ecstasy through.
_Now learn ye to love who loved never--now ye who have loved, love anew!_

Her favour it was fill'd the sail of the Trojan for Latium bound;
Her favour that won her Aeneas a bride on Laurentian ground,
And anon from the cloister inveigled the Virgin, the Vestal,
to Mars; 70
As her wit by the wild Sabine rape recreated her Rome for its wars,
With the Ramnes, Quirites, together ancestrally proud as they drew
From Romulus down to our Caesar--last, best of that bone, of that thew.
_Now learn ye to love who loved never--now ye who have loved, love anew!_

Rura fecundat voluptas: rura Venerem sentiunt: 75
Ipse Amor puer Dionse rure natus dicitur.
Hunc ager, cum parturiret ipsa, suscepit sinu:
Ipsa florum delicatis educavit osculis.
_Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras,
amet_.

Ecce jam super genestas explicant tauri latus, 80
Quisque tutus quo tenetur conjugali foedere:
Subter umbras cum maritis ecce balantum greges;
Et canoras non tacere diva jussit alites.

Pleasure planteth a field; it conceives to the passion, 75
the pang, of his joy.
In a field was Dione in labour delivered of Cupid the
Boy;
And the field in its fostering lap from her travail
received him: he drew
Mother's milk from the delicate kisses of flowers;
and he prosper'd and grew--
_Now learn ye to love who loved never--now ye who have
loved, love anew!_

Lo! behold ye the bulls, with how lordly a flank 80
they besprawl on the broom!--
Yet obey the uxorious yoke, and are tamed to
Dione her doom.
Or behea