I am now safe from your divinity,
as a newly transformed bay tree;
I, a maiden who was mean to her stalker.
And now he hugs my naked branches and tells me to rejoice that I am now his.
I may be yours, but I’ll not be your spouse.
--M. Marullus, Picta Poesis Ovidiana (1580)
Tuta suis monstris, et iam nova Laurea Daphne:
Aspera amatori sic quoque virgo suo:
Nunc ait, exulta ramos complexus inanes:
Ut tua sim, coniunx non ero nempe tua.